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We In Middle Age Require Adventure.

Once You Are Thought Selfish, Not Only Are You Forgiven A Life Designed Mainly To Suit Yourself, Which In Anyone Else Would Appear Monstrous, But If An Impulse To Generosity Should By Chance Overpower You, You Will Get Five Times The Credit Of Some Poor Selfless Soul Who Has Been Oozing Kindness For Years.

One Sank Into The Ancient Sin Of Anomie When Challenges Failed.

The Rare, Delicate Flavor Of A Life After Retiring In One's Sixties, Whatever One Has "retired" From, The Pleasure I Experienced Beyond My Job At Columbia, Is A Gift Of Life In The Last Decades. But It Is Not Easily Learned. . . . But Sometimes, The Only Way To Live Is To Get Out, Or At Least Seriously To Contemplate Getting Out, Doing The Impossible,flinging The Conventional Tea.

Today's Shocks Are Tomorrow's Conventions.