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To my
deafness I’m accustomed,
To my
dentures I’m resigned,
I can
manage my bifocals,
But Oh how
I miss my mind.
–
Alec
Douglas
Home
As the fiftieth birthday approaches, you get the sense that
your life is thinning out, and will continue to thin out,
until it thins out into nothing. And you sometimes say to
yourself: That went a bit quick. That went a bit quick. In
certain moods, you may want to put it rather more forcefully.
As in: OY!! THAT went a
BIT FUCKING QUICK!!!... Then fifty comes and goes, and
fifty-one, and fifty-two. And life thickens out again. Because
there is now an enormous and unsuspected presence within your
being, like an undiscovered continent. This is the past.
-- Martin Amis, The Pregnant Widow
Extreme
old age is as lonely as God. It has no one to talk to.
-- Violet
Trefusis, Don’t Look
Round
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