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Growing old did not torment Hetheridge; it was simply part of the graceful arc of his existence. His twenties had been the time for exploration and a thirst for learning; his thirties, for honing his strengths and accepting his weaknesses; his forties, for the cool, self-centered joy only true professional mastery could bring. His sixties would be the natural time of decline—withdrawal into memories, the descending curtain, the snuffed lights.
Arthritis, he had long ago learned, could only be managed with two things: denial, and an absolute refusal to stop moving.
“Old age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill.” His hands were tight on her forearms, pinning her into place; his knees were on her thighs, his greater weight holding her down.
Lady Margaret glanced around, pressing her lips together as if she saw the Emperor’s nakedness, but found his bare bits too unappetizing to comment upon.
Take the time to find classic pieces, pieces that are above reproach, yet do not draw attention to themselves. A professional woman at your level should be noticed only for herself, not for the distraction of her sartorial choices.”
But one advantage of turning sixty was the realization that still being alive was the point.
