It has to be said that it was old Garl Furtling who set me off with this particular train of thought. He has produced some wonderful paintings, for forty years young ladies almost fought to be painted by him; indeed I think he painted every leading lady from every theatrical performance in the city over a period of two generations. Now he paints almost entirely still life.
But he is working into his old age. I too expect to work until I finally drop. Indeed I have, stored away in note form, a selection of those ‘helpful’ comments poets of a far older generation made about my work when I was a young poet just setting out on this road. I feel that it will be my duty, when I at last approach my dotage, to share these character building comments with a younger generation.
But still, the elderly are…
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