Marginalia, no.77

One day he saw that he was older than he had ever been before.

~ Cynthia Ozick, The Cannibal Galaxies

Thirty-six times round the sun today.  But chronological advancement and age (as implying maturity) are two different things.  There were moments in childhood when the latter outstripped the former, like the hare racing ahead of Aesop’s tortoise.  Somewhere along the course, I think, the hare has fallen asleep.

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