One of the pains of growing older, so it's said, is a growing feeling that the world is going to pot. Maybe so. But what can be just as trying is the repetitive monotony of the way the world gets there. After a certain number of decades have passed you can't pick up the morning newspaper or a current magazine, all chock-full of laments on the decline of just about everything, without feeling that you've been there before. The word is not so much despair as boredom.
- Vermont Royster in 1966