Friday, December 09, 2005

Acting My Age

Found a face-slapping quote today...

"Forty-five is the age of recklessness for many men, as if in defiance of the decay and death waiting with open arms at the sinister valley at the bottom of the inevitable hill."

--Joseph Conrad, Victory

Good morning, sunshine! Care to guess how old I am? Well, let's just say that after reading this, I'm inspired to drag my decaying carcass out into the middle of Interstate 35 and forget about waiting for the sinister valley. I'll just let a sinister Kenworth do me in.

Sheesh, now I see why this guy wrote a book called Heart of Darkness. I'll bet he was fun on a date.

And you know the funny thing? Old Joe lived to be 67 years old, so he had 22 years to mope around thinking he was a rotting bag of peat moss heading for Potter's Field.

I'm 45, and I'm here to say it's not bad, not bad at all.

POSTSCRIPT: Man, what was it with all of these turn-of-the-20th century writers? Couldn't they handle middle age with a little more grace?

Here's what one of my favorite humorists, Mark Twain, had to say on my desk calendar's daily quote today:

"The first half of life consists of the capacity to enjoy without the chance; the last half consists of the chance without the capacity."

Gee, no wonder Huck left in the raft.


Jeff H said...

I'd suspect Ol' Joe was very much the "rotting bag of peat moss heading for Potter's Field" long before he hit 45.

I'm 45 also (March 21); for me, life began at 40, so I consider myself a 5 year old.

jenA said...

ha. i'm impressed you know what a Kenworth is. I'm 45 in spirit, if it makes you feel better. and i never would have guessed you for that age, if only because you keep your girls' grade school drawings hanging in your office.

Muley said...

Actually, those are MY drawings. I just tell people my girls did them because I should draw better at my age.

Muley said...

And now that I think of it, I'm 45 in age, but 22 in spirit (and sometimes 15 in maturity, though in a good way...)

Kristen said...


I have to agree that Joseph doesn't sound like a barrel of laughs...

Laura said...

They had nothing to entertain them but thoughts of death. They had no cheery bloggy friends to lift their sodden spirits.