"We are born old. I never knew the joy, energy and ambitions which are in youth- yet I know the loss and I feel that I have been robbed of my heritage. You can dream of the future and of your children's future: we can dream of nothing but the past. I think that I should be content with that as very old people are content, but I am not. I have seen the men of your race and I am jealous of them. Against my reason I resent the fate which has placed me in a dying world where existence has no features. It is as though a forgotten thing had revived in me. An unfamiliar stirring, or perhaps an empty aching impossible of fulfilment. I feel that I could cry out: 'Give me life! Let me live before I die!'"
Stowaway to Mars, John Wyndham, 1935, ch.XXI "Hanno" p.176
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