Listening to the radio, they were telling the story of Simone de
Beauvoir and Jean Paul Sartre. Simone de Beauvoir is having an affair
with one of her young students - at the "ripe old age of thirty, she
felt like she had recaptured her longlost youth."
I nearly fell off my chair.
"Longlost?" At
thirty? The
hell with that. They can have my youth when they pry it from my cold,
dead fingers.
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