When you are young you measure time in hours and days. In midlife you think in terms of months and years. Late in life you think at least in decades, and, horrifyingly often, a half century seems like a convenient measurement for events that seem like only yesterday.
All my troubles seemed so far away Read More »
People we think are bad people when we are young turn out, when we are old, to have not been bad at all, compared to the really bad people we met through the rest of our lives.
Villains of the peace Read More »
Old age and hypochondria go together like Steptoe’s horse and carriage
Told you I was sick Read More »
In later life you forget the results of old sporting contests that once seemed more important than life and death.
I should have known better Read More »
A runaway bus with your number on it, a heart attack, a crazed terrorist, a pot falling from a balcony, a cosmic ray hitting a cell nucleus. Will you make it home again from the supermarket?
How many people can I pass on the street today whose faces I almost remember but whose names I certainly forget?
When you are on stage the trick is to make it look like you are not acting, you haven’t rehearsed, and your part comes naturally. Same in life.
Reading a biography gives you the spurious feeling of life as being structured, ordered, logical, rational. Unlike, of course, your own life filled with chance, happenstance, chaos, randomness.
Other people’s shoes Read More »
