After reaching the age of thirty, Honda had begun to forget people’s names, just as paint flakes away bit by bit…. as a man grows older the memory of his youth begins to act as nothing less than an immunization against further experience. And he was thirty-eight. It was an age when one felt strangely unready to say that one had lived and yet reluctant to acknowledge the death of youth.
«Age 30» 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.