Ocupation: Writer
Life: August 1, 1881 - October 30, 1958
Birthday: August 1
Death: October 30
It wasn't really touching to be young; it was touching not to be young, because you had less of life left. Touching to be thirty; more touching to be forty; tragic to be fifty; and heartbreaking to be sixty. As to seventy, as to eighty, one would feel as one did during the last dance of a ball, tired but fey in the paling dawn, desperately making the most of each bar of music before one went home to bed.
topic: Home, Tired, Touching, Last Dance