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		<title>Forty-One &#8211; Willie Chandran</title>
		<description><![CDATA[    I didn’t think I could live through another war. I could see that it would have a point for Ana. I didn’t see that it had a point for me. For some weeks I was perplexed. I didn’t know what to do. I suppose I didn’t have the courage to tell Ana. It [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Forty-One Year Old &#8211; Sarah Wilson</title>
		<description><![CDATA[    When she first walked into the restaurant she thought Sarah hadn’t arrived yet – all the tables were filled with strangers – but then she saw a plump little overdressed matron, sitting alone, was smiling at her. ‘Come sit down, dear,’ Sarah said. ‘You look wonderful.’            ‘So do you,’ Emily said, but it [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://livesinlit.com/blog/?p=1009</link>
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		<title>Forty Year Old &#8211; Unnamed Narrator</title>
		<description><![CDATA[    I am a sick man…I am an angry man. I am an unattractive man. I think there is something wrong with my liver. But I don’t understand the least thing about my illness, and I don’t know for certain what part of me is affected. I am not having any treatment for it, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://livesinlit.com/blog/?p=984</link>
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		<title>Forty Year Old &#8211; Leonora Ashburnham</title>
		<description><![CDATA[    There was, however, one spark of consolation. It came from the fact that Rodney Bayham, of Bayham, followed her always with his eyes. It had been three years since she had tried her abortive love affair with him. Yet still, on the winter mornings, he would ride up to her shafts and just [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://livesinlit.com/blog/?p=988</link>
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		<title>Thirty-Nine Year Old &#8211; Winston Smith</title>
		<description><![CDATA[    It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://livesinlit.com/blog/?p=974</link>
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		<title>Thirty-Nine Year Old &#8211; Lilly Dillon</title>
		<description><![CDATA[    She didn’t seem to have aged a year in the seven years since he had seen her. He was twenty-five, now, which meant that she was crowding thirty-nine. But she appeared to be in her very early thirties, say about thirty-one or –two. She looked like…Why, of course! She Moira Langtry! That was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://livesinlit.com/blog/?p=970</link>
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		<title>Thirty-Eight Year Old &#8211; Dick Diver</title>
		<description><![CDATA[    At first he thought nothing. She was young and magnetic, but so was Topsy. He guessed that she had had lovers and had loved them in the last four years. Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged – the best [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://livesinlit.com/blog/?p=961</link>
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		<title>Thirty-Eight Year Old &#8211; Ramona</title>
		<description><![CDATA[    Soberly deliberating, Herzog decided it would be better not to accept Ramona’s offer. She was thirty-seven or thirty-eight years of age, he shrewdly reckoned, and this meant that she was looking for a husband. This, in itself, was not wicked, or even funny. Simple and general human conditions prevailed among the most seemingly [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://livesinlit.com/blog/?p=957</link>
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		<title>Thirty-Seven Year Old &#8211; Thomas Buddenbrook</title>
		<description><![CDATA[    Our desires and our performance are conditioned by certain needs of our nervous systems which are very hard to define in words. What people called Thomas Buddenbrook’s ‘vanity’ – his care for his personal appearance, his extravagant dressing – was at bottom not vanity but something else entirely. It was, originally, no more [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://livesinlit.com/blog/?p=945</link>
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		<title>Thirty-Seven Year Old &#8211; Eve Bolsover</title>
		<description><![CDATA[    ‘How’s Septimus Tuam?’ said James. ‘How’s he getting on these days?’ They were standing in the centre of the drawing room when James said that. The furniture, Eve thought, was uglier than she’d remembered it. She walked away from James. She spoke with her back to him, looking through the window at an [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://livesinlit.com/blog/?p=940</link>
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