We checked out "The Great Gatsby" on Friday with some friends, and one line haunted us with its razor sharp precision into the human condition. No, we're not talking about any lines regarding that g-d green light.
THIS is the quote which shook us to our core:
I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous menacing road of a new decade… Thirty—the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.
We consoled ourselves with the fact that we still have a few years left before that menacing decade. And with the fact that in the 1920s, the average life expectancy was probably, what, 50? But all our shallow attempts to reassure ourselves that we're really not THAT old were for naught.
Why, you ask?
Because of this urgent and horrifying news story.
IT'S BEEN TEN YEARS? WHERE DID THOSE YEARS GO? We can remember that finale like it was yesterday...we miss you, Scoobies!
Monday, 20 May 2013
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