“It’s sad”, said my younger son the other day, “that you won’t live to see my adult children”. Ronan is twenty four, and does not yet have children of any age, but he was having a momentary glimpse of my own transience. “You had me late”, he went on, “I probably won’t have kids for at least seven or eight years, at which point you’ll be at least seventy…
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