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	<title>Comments on: Little Black Book: The Life Ahead</title>
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		<title>By: J.C.</title>
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		<description>Cavafy had the same misconceptions about age when he was young:

Inside their worn, tattered bodies
dwell the souls of old men.
How unhappy the poor things are
and how bored by the pathetic life they live.
How they tremble for fear of losing that life, and how much
they love it, those befuddled and contradictory souls,
sitting—half comic and half tragic—
inside their old, threadbare skins.

Compare yours:

When I’m old and gray and pine not for sex
When I have nothing left to live for,
Nothing left to accomplish or seek,
Nor the strength to declare life not worth living

Fortunately, you are both wrong.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Cavafy had the same misconceptions about age when he was young:</p>
<p>Inside their worn, tattered bodies<br />
dwell the souls of old men.<br />
How unhappy the poor things are<br />
and how bored by the pathetic life they live.<br />
How they tremble for fear of losing that life, and how much<br />
they love it, those befuddled and contradictory souls,<br />
sitting—half comic and half tragic—<br />
inside their old, threadbare skins.</p>
<p>Compare yours:</p>
<p>When I’m old and gray and pine not for sex<br />
When I have nothing left to live for,<br />
Nothing left to accomplish or seek,<br />
Nor the strength to declare life not worth living</p>
<p>Fortunately, you are both wrong.</p>
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