Old age is like an opium-dream. Nothing seems real except what is unreal.


Over the Teacups, 1891


Old age is like an opium-dream. Nothing seems real except what is unreal.

Old age is like an opium-dream. Nothing seems real except what is unreal.

Old age is like an opium-dream. Nothing seems real except what is unreal.

Old age is like an opium-dream. Nothing seems real except what is unreal.