The languor of Youth-how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost! The zest, the generous affections, the illusions, the despair, all the traditional attributes of Youth-all save this-come and go with us through life; again and again in riper years we experience, under a new stimulus, what we thought had been finally left behind, the authentic impulse to action, the renewal of power and its concentration on a new object; again and again a new truth is revealed to us in whose light all our previous knowledge must be rearranged. These things are a part of life itself; but languor-the relaxation of yet unwearied sinews, the mind sequestered and self-regarding, the sun standing still in the heavens and the earth throbbing to our own pulse-that belongs to Youth alone and dies with it.
Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited.
Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited.
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and while i'm here, let's talk about 'alarming regularity'. i totally get that. for instance, tomorrow night i was planning on going to see some bands on my own, and somehow i invited the ex along! i can't even remember how it happened!
and yeah... those hilton sisters. it's depressing, but try not to let it get you down. they'll either fall of the earth or catch some disease from some ex-boyband wanna-be and develop strange growths and spend the rest of their days indoors so we won't have to look at them so much...
[Edited on Nov 18, 2004 9:39AM]