Those who are truly decrepit, living corpses, so to speak, are the middle-aged, middle-class men and woman who are stuck in their comfortable grooves and imagine that the status quo will least forever or else are so frightened it won't, that they have retreated into their mental bomb shelters to wait it out.

On turning eighty ; Journey to an antique land ; foreword to The angel is my watermark (ed. Capricorn Press, 1972) - ISBN: 9780912264431