The Sensuous Dirty Old Man [antikvár]

WHEN I WAS YOUNG, I SOMETIMES THOUGHT OF the possibility of becoming an old man. I wasn't overwhelmed at the prospect. The longer I thought about it the more I decided that being an old man wasn't for me. For others, maybe. For people who liked being gray, or bald (or both) it had its advantages. For people who were crazy about creaking joints it was something to look forward to. For me, however, who was young, gay, vibrant and debonair, it was a big nothing. So I decided never to be an old man. I decided never to reach forty.