It was as a teen-ager that I first read The Great Gatsby and Nick Carraway’s oft-quoted, haunting line about middle age-the thinning list of friends, the thinning briefcase of enthusiasm, thinning hair. How strange to go back and find that he was talking about turning thirty. When you’re thirty, that’s unsettling. At forty, it’s outrageous.
Middle age is one of those places, I guess, that look pretty good when you’re leaving; but...
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