Doctor Johnson said that when two Englishmen meet, their first talk is of the weather. When two people in their mid-seventies meet, their first talk is of arthritis. I have now passed the age at which Dr Johnson, who was then regarded as very old, died, and I feel slightly guilty about it, as I do about anyone who died younger than me through no fault of theirs or merit of mine. Chance is unjust.
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