It’s hard not to be cranky in this cruel world |
I HAVE become a cranky old man. When you get to my age, old, you notice that more people ask about how you are keeping and what are you doing with yourself. I hear myself saying that I am getting very old and very cranky.
I might even be regressing. I found myself looking up Aldous Huxley a few days ago.
Nowadays, most people would look at you blankly if you mentioned Huxley and his dystopian novel Brave New World. Published way back in 1932, it depicted a technologically advanced society where humans are genetically engineered and society is controlled to maintain stability and superficial happiness. It was popular when I was young.
Looking back to when I was a young fellow, I have an image of myself as fairly mellow, patient and compassionate.
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