Wednesday, November 19, 2008

And on, and on

Having spoken to my mother tonight, who is inexorably turning into her mother, despite protesting for years that she never would, this, from John Updike, is extremely poignant:

The old continue to be old-fashioned, though their youths were modern. We grow backward, aging into our father’s opinions and even into those of our grandfathers.

Indeed, it's true. I hated my father, and yet I become more like him with every passing day.

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