Thursday, September 15, 2011
The Happiest Time of Life?
Anthony Trollope, John Caldigate (1879), Chapter LVII:![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8r8jBp5FUS2yi-7SOophNPvyAw94Y4xmI97JnjcCDJVv1_Nu3oRiFOLR52QWTAxM3dKGm-xzD4mTu10moMD60DOUIM1IdzVft3F62DhNgjMDpYZhCo3EzpiODLgTXhqj3MjYbA/s400/charles-spencelayh-morning-chapter.jpg)
Charles Spencelayh, Morning Chapter
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...an old man, certainly, but who looked as though old age must naturally be the happiest time of life. When a man's digestion is thoroughly good and his pockets adequately filled, it probably is so.
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