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Forty-Three Year Old – Jack Flanders



He sat slumped in his bathrobe in the darkness, drinking, and for a long time the only sound in the house was his occasional hacking cough.

‘Oh, this isn’t me, baby,’ he said at last. ‘This isn’t me.’

‘What do you mean, it isn’t you? It seems pretty much like you to me.’

‘I mean I wish to God you could’ve known me when I was working on my first book, or even my second. That was me. I was stronger then. I knew what the hell I was doing and I did it, and everything fell into place around that. I didn’t snivel and snarl and shout and retch and puke all the time. I didn’t walk around like a man without skin, without flesh, worrying about what people thought of me. I wasn’t – ’ he lowered his voice to show that this next point would be the most telling and damning of all – ‘I wasn’t forty-three years old.’

Richard Yates, The Easter Parade

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Forty-Three Year Old – Miss Jean Brodie


Now Sandy considered Miss Brodie not only to see if she was desirable, but also to find out if there was any element of surrender about her, since this was the most difficult part of the affair to realise. She had been a dominant presence rather than a physical woman like Norma Shearer or Elizabeth Bergner. Miss Brodie was now forty-three and this year when she looked so much thinner than when she had stood in the classroom or sat under the elm, her shape was pleasanter, but it was still rather large compared with Mr.Lowther’s. He was slight and he was shorter than Miss Brodie. He looked at her with love and she looked at him severely and possessively.

Muriel Spark, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie

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