Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1809 - 1892

Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.

Sometimes I feel like I'm in a mad charge up a valley to where i work. Which happens to be at a end of a valley.