A Life Surging Up Out Of His Memories

"The old white-haired gentleman, his lungs filled with the air of childhood and feeling reasonably good considering the hour, walks more or less briskly back to his seat in the plane. A sleepy stewardess lays a blanket across his shoulders. Sitting there, trying to add it all up he does feel rather like a quite superfluous old man, a vaguely ridiculous figure who from now on will address young people with diffidence, not caring much but, half - expecting to be ignored or gently mocked. It is the first time that he really knows that he has spent his life; his pockets are almost empty: there is no second chance. A good part of his real life from now on will surge up out of his memories. "
(The Saddest Pleasure: A Journey On Two Rivers. Moritz Thomsen)