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Daemon
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Age, like woman, requires fit surroundings.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
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'Youth is everywhere in place. Age, like woman, requires fit surroundings. Age is comely in coaches, in churches, in chairs of state and ceremony, in council-chambers, in courts of justice, and historical societies.'
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All diseases run into one, old age.

Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.

Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Is this bad or good that "age, like woman" don't need any additional requirements now, at least on the surface?
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Age, oh age, that terrifying curse.

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The quote in context: From Waldo's essay "Old Age" - Flashbacks: "The Sage and the Magazine" (December 23, 2003)
A collection of writings by and about Ralph Waldo Emerson, two hundred years after his birth.



Youth is everywhere in place. Age, like woman, requires fit surroundings. Age is comely in coaches, in churches, in chairs of state and ceremony, in council-chambers, in courts of justice, and historical societies. Age is becoming in the country. But in the rush and uproar of Broadway, if you look into the faces of the passengers, there is dejection or indignation in the seniors, a certain concealed sense of injury, and the lip made up with a heroic determination not to mind it. Few envy the consideration enjoyed by the oldest inhabitant. We do not count a man's years, until he has nothing else to count. The vast inconvenience of animal immortality was told in the fable of Tithonus. In short, the creed of the street is, Old Age is not disgraceful, but immensely disadvantageous. Life is well enough, but we shall all be glad to get out of it, and they will all be glad to have us.

Read more : http://www.theatlantic.com/past/docs/unbound/flashbks/emerson.htm
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For those who have forgotten their mythology- this is Tithonus's 'vast inconvenience!'

Tithonus
BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Me only cruel immortality
Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms,
Here at the quiet limit of the world,
A white-hair'd shadow roaming like a dream
The ever-silent spaces of the East,
Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn.

Alas! for this gray shadow, once a man—
So glorious in his beauty and thy choice,
Who madest him thy chosen, that he seem'd
To his great heart none other than a God!
I ask'd thee, 'Give me immortality.'
Then didst thou grant mine asking with a smile,
Like wealthy men, who care not how they give.
But thy strong Hours indignant work'd their wills,
And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me,
And tho' they could not end me, left me maim'd
To dwell in presence of immortal youth,
Immortal age beside immortal youth,
And all I was, in ashes. Can thy love,
Thy beauty, make amends, tho' even now,
Close over us, the silver star, thy guide,
Shines in those tremulous eyes that fill with tears
To hear me? Let me go: take back thy gift:
Why should a man desire in any way
To vary from the kindly race of men
Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance
Where all should pause, as is most meet for all?

A soft air fans the cloud apart; there comes
A glimpse of that dark world where I was born.
Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals
From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure,
And bosom beating with a heart renew'd.
Thy cheek begins to redden thro' the gloom,
Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine,
Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team
Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise,
And shake the darkness from their loosen'd manes,
And beat the twilight into flakes of fire.

Lo! ever thus thou growest beautiful
In silence, then before thine answer given
Departest, and thy tears are on my cheek.

Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears,
And make me tremble lest a saying learnt,
In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true?
'The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.'

Ay me! ay me! with what another heart
In days far-off, and with what other eyes
I used to watch—if I be he that watch'd—
The lucid outline forming round thee; saw
The dim curls kindle into sunny rings;
Changed with thy mystic change, and felt my blood
Glow with the glow that slowly crimson'd all
Thy presence and thy portals, while I lay,
Mouth, forehead, eyelids, growing dewy-warm
With kisses balmier than half-opening buds
Of April, and could hear the lips that kiss'd
Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet,
Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing,
While Ilion like a mist rose into towers.

Yet hold me not for ever in thine East:
How can my nature longer mix with thine?
Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold
Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet
Upon thy glimmering thresholds, when the steam
Floats up from those dim fields about the homes
Of happy men that have the power to die,
And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
Release me, and restore me to the ground;
Thou seëst all things, thou wilt see my grave:
Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn;
I earth in earth forget these empty courts,
And thee returning on thy silver wheels.

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Omar Mariani
Posted: Friday, January 23, 2015 7:46:44 AM

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There is no escaping age, with or without fit surroundings, it is the final act just before the curtain gets rung down. Personally I wouldn´t talk about fit surroundings but about acceptance and that´s all there is to it
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If all our ancestors were alive,where would we live?
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Age, like woman and children, deserve fit surroundings.
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Age, like woman, requires fit surroundings.
Or,
Age, like women, requires expensive surroundings!

John M Murray: Semi-retired International Consultant, Coach & Public Speaker, South Africa
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pamper our women
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striker wrote:
pamper our women


Pamper our men! or better pamper each other...
Milica Boghunovich
Posted: Friday, January 23, 2015 3:22:16 PM
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If lived in a healthy way, old age can be fulfilling and beautiful, even more beautiful. Why be afraid of what is coming after this life. Let despondent young Hamlet obsess about it. When the poised old people look at the troubled youth afflicted with alcohol, marijuana and other drugs, and other evils, why would one think that being young is any better than being old.
And what is that sexist attitude about women and the fitting surroundings... how about men and the fitting surroundings...! It's all one-sided and false....
Dr WWWW
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In ignorance of mythology, I could not decipher from the Tennyson who Tithonus' eternally young lover might be.

Wikipedia to the rescue:

Tithonus, a Trojan Prince, was kidnapped by Eos, Titan of the dawn, to become her lover ... "according to the Homeric Hymn to Aphrodite, when Eos asked Zeus to make Tithonus immortal. she forgot to ask for eternal youth. Tithonus indeed lived forever but when loathsome old age pressed full upon him, and he could not move nor lift his limbs, this seemed to her in her heart the best counsel: she laid him in a room and put to the shining doors. There he babbles endlessly, and no more has strength at all, such as once he had in his supple limbs."

So, Eos found "fit surroundings" for Tithonus to spend his eternity.



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Gary98
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Pamper each other, fine. Where is all the men?
Joy Frohlich
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Yes, we all have to grow old. It is good to grow wise as well. Jesus posed the question "Can a man be born again when he is old, can he enter a second time into his mother's womb?" I have heard people express the wish to grow a year younger each birthday. Really it does not bear thinking about.
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Ah, so very true.
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Posted: Saturday, January 24, 2015 1:41:11 PM
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Daemon wrote:
Age, like woman, requires fit surroundings.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)


Age may well be showed off favorably by surroundings, but much like woman, gains nothing from being tampered with.
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