Well, the wit certainly strengthens with age in your case, Ukko. :tiphat:
I feel moved to quote a Philip Larkin poem; it was set on an exam paper, but when we practised on it the next year, very few of my English-class whippersnappers could see the wry humour and irony in the tone.
The Winter Palace
Most people know more as they get older:
I give all that the cold shoulder.
I spent my second quarter-century
Losing what I had learnt at university
And refusing to take in what had happened since.
Now I know none of the names in the public prints.
And am starting to give offence by forgetting faces
And swearing I've never been in certain places.
It will be worth it, if in the end I manage
To blank out whatever it is that is doing the damage.
Then there will be nothing I know.
My mind will fold into itself, like fields, like snow.
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Sadly (or perhaps not), the poet died in his sixties, too young to make the final experiment.
