Superannuation
‘What an intolerable young person!’ I exclaimed, the moment he had left the room. ‘How can one sit and listen to such folly? The arrogance and ignorance of these young men! And the things they write, and their pictures!’
‘It’s all pose and self-advertisement, I tell you—’
‘They have no reverence!’ I gobbled.
Now why do I do it? I know it turns the hair grey and stiffens the joints—why, then, by denouncing them in this unhygienic fashion, do I talk myself into an invalid and old fogey before my time?