The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred.
To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.
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