At thirty man suspects himself a Fool;
Knows it at forty, and reforms his Plan;
At fifty chides his infamous Delay,
Pushes his prudent Purpose to Resolve;
In all the magnanimity of Thought;
Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Her daughter was always off and away in her mind, grappling with some unspoken, self-imposed problem, as though the weary, self-evident world could be re-invented by a child.
I know very few young people, but it seems to me that they are all possessed with an almost fatal hunger for permanence.