You turn on your back and stare at the ceiling. There is no use in getting up yet. You would spend so much time just dressing and undressing. Think of the hours people spend in clothing themselves. If all those minutes were laid end to end they would probably reach from their elbows to—
And then the door bell rings, and someone says something about mail.
Mail!
That’s different.
In a minute you are up and rushing into the hall-way.
“Mail!”
THE OLD MAN SPEAKS
I dare not come to you with virile phrase
To tell you to give heed to what I say:
To live your life in age-instructed way,