Saturday night my wife and I were eating in a restaurant, and there was a couple nearby who reminded me of us when we were younger. I really don’t wish I were young again. Maybe if I were someone else. But I don’t want to relive the last 20 years. And I don’t want to be the person I was 20 years ago. I think I was happier then than I am now.
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I had a case of this malady once. I used to sing the song "I've Got It Bad And That Ain't Good". But thankfully now I am over it and that fever of youth has passed. Old age has it advantages one of which is the cooling of desire. Norman Mailer wrote a good book about this subject called Prisoner of Sex. I read it long ago and have forgotten it but I really like that title.
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Oddly I was reading a Thomas Hardy poem this morning. I graduated with an English Lit degree long ago. 1963. And have spent a lifetime reading.Thomas Mann's Death In Venice is another one that comes to mind. Instead of the young boy imagine Isobel in Venice as you watch her knowing you are dying of old age. There is no end of interesting variations.
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Now that you mentioned The Blue Angel, the song "Blue Angel" by Squirrel Nut Zippers is stuck in my head.
BTW IIRC the Death in Venice guy wasn't really dying of old age, although that may have been his intention. I think he was dying of some mysterious local plague that the authorities were trying to cover up.
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The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water
William Butler Yeats
I heard the old, old men say,
‘Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.’
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
I heard the old, old men say,
‘All that’s beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.’
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