Alec.
Explain yourself, my friend. Clearly but with as much brevity as possible.
Dick.
The pleasure of eating is the only pleasure that remains to the old. Love—what is love when you lose your figure, and your hair grows thin? Knowledge—one can never know everything, and the desire passes with the fire of youth. Even ambition fails you in the end. But to those who have lived wisely and well, there remain three pleasures every day of their lives: their breakfast, their luncheon, and their dinner.
Alec.
[With a laugh.] I wouldn't worry about my old age if I were you, Dick.
Dick.
Why?
Alec.
Because I think it's ten to one that we shall all be dead to-morrow morning.