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"I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade. [...] Thirty - the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair. But there was Jordan beside me, who, unlike Daisy, was too wise ever to carry well-forgotten dreams from age to age. As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand. So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight." (F. Scott Fitzgerald in
The Great Gatsby, 1926, Chapter VII)
Ich bin froh, dass ich das Erreichen des 30ers noch nicht so pessimistisch sehe, aber ein bisschen fühle ich mich doch verstanden...