Sixty is not a bad age unless in perspective, when no
doubt it is contemplated by the majority of us with mixed feelings. It is a
calm age; the game is practically over by then; and standing aside one begins
to remember with a certain vividness what a fine fellow one used to be. I have observed
that, by an amiable attention of Providence, most people at sixty begin to take
a romantic view of themselves. Their very failures exhale a charm of peculiar
potency. And indeed the hopes of the future are a fine company to live with,
exquisite forms, fascinating if you like, but−−so to speak−−naked, stripped for
a run. The robes of glamour are luckily the property of the immovable past which,
without them, would sit, a shivery sort of thing, under the gathering shadows.
Joseph Conrad

















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