Wednesday, December 07, 2005


A Stale Odor

Montaigne, Essays 3.2 (tr. E.J. Trechmann):
Old age sets more wrinkles on the mind than on the face; and we never, or very seldom, see a soul that does not, as it grows old, smell sour or musty.

Elle nous attache plus de rides en l'esprit qu'au visage: et ne se voit point d'âmes, ou fort rares, qui en vieillissant ne sentent l'aigre et le moisi.
Ogden Nash, Lines On Facing Forty:
I have a bone to pick with Fate.
Come here and tell me, girlie,
Do you think my mind is maturing late,
Or simply rotted early?

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