As a man grows older it stands to reason that his vulnerability increases. Three years ago, for instance, I could be hurt in only one way--through myself. If my best friend’s wife had her hair torn off by an electric washing-machine, I was grieved, of course. I would make my friend a long speech full of “old mans,” and finish up with a paragraph from Washington’s Farewell Address; but when I’d finished I could go to a good restaurant and enjoy my dinner as usual. If my second cousin’s husband had an artery severed while having his nails manicured, I will not deny that it was a matter of considerable regret to me. But when I heard the news I did not faint and have to be taken home in a passing laundry wagon. grammar.about/od/classicessays/a/What-I-Think-And-Feel-At-25-By-F-Scott-Fitzgerald.htm
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