For that reason only, I should like to be a young man again. To be able to watch it all happening. Because, one day, they will come. As we came. Young men with bright visions and deep perceptions and tremendous talent. They will come, not to paint the bay and the sea and the boats and the moors, but the warmth of the sun and the colour of the wind. A whole new concept. Such stimulation. Such vitality. Marvellous.” He sighed. “And I shall be dead before it even begins. Do you wonder I feel regretful? To miss all that.” “There is only so much each man can do in his lifetime.”
