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Instead of bewailing a lost youth, a man nowadays begins to wonder

Instead of bewailing a lost youth, a man nowadays begins to wonder, when he reaches my ripe age of forty-two, if ever his past will subside and be comfortably by-gone. – D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930)

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