He longed to be lost but he couldn’t bear not to be found.

He longed to be lost but he couldn’t bear not to be found.

To be old is to be part of a huge and ordinary multitude… the reason why old age was venerated in the past was because it was extraordinary.

Death used to announce itself in the thick of life but now people drag on so long it sometimes seems that we are reaching the stage when we may have to announce ourselves to death. It is as though one needs a special strength to die, and not a final weakness.

As for the British churchman, he goes to church as he goes to the bathroom, with the minimum of fuss and no explanation if he can help it.

The ordinariness of living to be old is too novel a thing to appreciate.