“But then again, the troubled are always young; the old are simply pathetic. Grow old and the edges come off: the mind rationalises, the heart concedes, the soul surrenders. We all grow old and frail, inside as well as out. The twists of reaction become entrenched, character traits become permanent: the resentments, the denials, the rationalisations. We learn to live with it. It’s so much more troubling when we are young and honest.”
