"He was thirty, and Oxonian, and still handsome..."

"Septimus Warren Smith, aged about thirty, pale-faced, beak-nosed, wearing brown shoes and a shabby overcoat..."

"...he was a sturdy straw-haired man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner..."

"He would be thirty-one in November. Would he never get a good job? Would he never have a home of his own?"

"...when you've been in the world for thirty years already and had to make your own way through everything yourself, which has been my lot, then you become hardened to surprises..."

"... John Torrance, thirty years old, who had once published in Esquire and who had harboured dreams – not at all unreasonable dreams, he felt – of becoming a major American writer..."

"when a man has reached the age of thirty, as Orlando now had, time when he is thinking becomes inordinately long; time when he is doing becomes inordinately short..."

"Well, that’s thirty years gone..."

"Shall I go and play croquet with the pensioners in the Luxembourg Gardens? At the age of thirty! I feel sorry for myself...."

"I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade."