Calligraphy Lesson

thought, too, about how, as the years go by, taking genuine delight in something becomes possible only when you can share that delight with somebody else.

there’s no need to cling on to life, because I am life.

There I go, presumptuously calling that teenager myself, though I’m not at all sure whether he’d agree to acknowledge himself in me as I am now: grey-haired, advanced in life, a sickly bore with a brazenly protruding belly.