Excuse me for interrupting you Coco, but you know how sometimes if you don’t say something while you’re thinking of it, you have lost it forever?
I’m thinking that I have been with such wonderful young people always-whatever their age.
I used to love to talk to an old friend who lived to be over ninety. He would sit down, take my hand and say, “You and I are good friends and I’m not trying to think of your name because I won’t remember.”
I have a rough time remembering when my birthday is. Age is totally boring and so many can’t get on with it. They’re haunted by aging, by getting old. I think it’s because of this terrible retirement thing. If you’re through with work, what do you do with yourself?
There was an excellent write-up in Interview in which Jeanne Moreau said:
“I shall die very young.”
“How young?” they asked her.
“I don’t know, maybe seventy, maybe eighty, maybe ninety. But I shall be very young.”
. . . The day I feel old, I will go to bed and stay there. J'aime la vie! I feel that to live is a wonderful thing.”
I second that.