| there's no time like the present.. [S. Maugham 'Painted Veil'] |
May. 4th, 2009|09:34 pm |
- you know, when you're forty time just rushes past you. i don't get it - why it hurries so much at the end?!
- well, you know forty isn't quiet an end.
- yeah, but it feels like it.
- come on. you're twenty-one! how do you know - how it feels at forty?
- i just know. maybe i am in fact twenty-one, but i feel as if i were forty-two.
- that's a shame. |
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