When the second son is a red-head called Henry whose sister-in-law is Catherine, one can only hope history is not repetitious.

It was announced today that Prince Harry will leave his military career as an aviator in the summer and commentors wondered, idly, to what he might turn?

As speculation is to be frivolous with time, it seems a better use would be to uphold him in one’s thoughts. Privilege aside, it can’t be the easiest of things to find a meaningful role which makes sense to one’s heart, intellect and global opinion. Perhaps there isn’t a meaning of life, but a purpose? And by fulfilling one’s purpose meaning is given to life?

(For thems as is interested: Yes, the title is taken from Frege yet with a different sense to Bedeutung and a different meaning of Sinn)