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Physiological youth is a marvelous thing, you know. When you have it, you are capable, resilient, effortlessly stable. You’re nearly invincible. When you no longer have it, you come into danger of becoming so illusioned and weak-willed that you get yourself into stupid accidents on your way to see someone who, after the fact, thinks verbal apologies by e-mail are a sufficient and appropriate way of ameliorating the situation.
The trouble with physiological vigor is that it fades at such different rates in different people. The trouble with me is that… well, you can guess what the trouble with me is.
