"I grow old. . . . I grow old. . . ."
--T.S.Eliot (1888-1965)

True enough. And as if I needed any reminders in that department, I got my new bifocal lenses today. Now I can begin to plow through all those magazines I brushed off to the side because I just couldn't deal with those acres of teensy print. (Not that I will read ALL that verbiage--since having the Electric Internet installed in May, I've been too obsessed with the new toy to do any reading AT ALL, bad vision or no.)

To add to the backlog of printed matter, I just bought an 1890 Encyclopaedia Britannica (9th Ed.) on eBay--the 11th Edition (the supposed "best" one) is just too bloody expensive these days. The books were only fifty bucks, but the postage on 24 volumes will probably kill me, even at Book Rate. I also bought the first two of three facsimile volumes of the First Edition--I have Volume Three, as it turns out. What's the chance of THAT happening? Typewriters, encyclopaedias--I should probably start collecting something that is cheaper to mail.