Here’s how this week’s arts and culture column begins:

The Measure of My Days (Penguin Books, $15), by playwright and Jungian analyst Florida Scott-Maxwell, is a minor classic.

Here’s how it starts:

“We who are old know that age is more than a disability. It is an intense and varied experience, almost beyond our capacity at times, but something to be carried high. If it is a long defeat it is also a victory, meaningful for the initiates of time, if not for those who have come less far.”

Her 70s, she avers, were relatively serene. Her eighth decade is another matter altogether: 

“Another secret we [elderly people] carry is that though drab outside — wreckage to the eye, mirrors a mortification — inside we flame with a wild life that is almost incommunicable.”



  1. Melanie Poser says: Reply

    Beautiful writing, she was a prophet for sure. You always find the best books!

    1. HEATHER KING says: Reply

      That one’s been on my shelf for years and years…the older I get, the more relevant it seems to become…I’m glad you can accompany me as an armchair traveler, Melanie…

  2. Anonymous says: Reply

    Oh! This statement: “…so why do they (the men) need to give us this flick of pain at our very being, we who are their mates and mothers? BAM!!! Poetry at its best!!! Jesus, Our King, Crucified on The Cross…for us; villains, martyrs, servants, and the like; to come see & learn from. What a slap to his face (Pilate), when his wife went to: listen, adore, worship, & believe. Bam!!! (hard blow).

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