“In high school, in Albuquerque, New Mexico, a bunch of us spent a whole year reading Cicero – De Senectute, on old age; De Amicitia, on friendship. De Senectute, with all its resigned wisdom, I will probably never be capable of living up to or imitating. But De Amicitia I could make a stab at, and could have any time in the last thirty-four years.”