The calcification of the brain, along with that of the joints, is something to look forward to, but until the day comes when we seize up completely we must take what pleasure we can find.
I've been waking up at quite reckless hours recently and listening to Gilbert and Sullivan on my Zen player. Does this willingness to drink from the deepest pools of musical depravity herald - or indeed hasten - the onset of delirium wooferandum (barking madness), or is it evidence of a still enquiring mind? Maybe it's simply the fact that an awful lot of G&S question seem to have come up in the local quiz league lately.
I don't know any more. I just don't know, I tell you.