Scriptorium Daily
I was marveling at this fact to Hope, still the Fairest Flower in All Christendom, when she asked me what I expected. Here is roughly what my wise woman said:
“Growing old is what people do. You did not,” she pointed out, “do so well as a young man. You have done much better in middle age. We will,” she said with confidence, “grow old together and do better still.”
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Some of these shallow lines were put there by laughing with our children. The death of our baby, Edmund Saint John, contributed to them in a harsher way. I know, God have mercy, that some are there through my selfishness. (more)
