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Thursday, September 15, 2011
The Happiest Time of Life?
Anthony Trollope, John Caldigate (1879), Chapter LVII:
...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.