‘…I just remembered that to-day’s my birthday.’ I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade… Thirty – the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair… we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight… ‘I’m Thirty’ I said. ‘I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor.’
— F.Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (free eBook).
