Last weekend, I finished all the 11 seasons of Frasier. Another masterpiece American television has produced. See this is the problem with these sitcoms. You watch them on such a regular basis, follow what all is going on in their fictitious lives and then you gradually forget about the fine line that exists between reality and the reel life. 

I loved how the show ended and by that mean the last 4 minutes where Frasier explains why he is moving to San Francisco and then recites Tennyson’s Ulysses. Magical lines I must say. 

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,

And though we are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will;

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.