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Autumn of life

Sir,—Reading Allan Francis’s article (January 20), I was amazed to learn that the old age of which he spoke was only 60 — the autumn of life. His picture was reminiscent of Shakespeare’s lines: “That time of year thou may’st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.” Shakespeare’s sonnet imaged the winter of life, and though he, himself, died aged only 52, a longevity of around three score and ten was not remarkable even in his day. In recent times Francis Chichester, an erstwhile cancer sufferer, sailed alone around the world at 69.— Yours, etc., D. P. K. RENNICK. January 22, 1989.

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Press, 25 January 1989, Page 16

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Autumn of life Press, 25 January 1989, Page 16

Autumn of life Press, 25 January 1989, Page 16