The languor of Youth – how unique and quintessential it is!
How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost! The zest, the generous affections, the
illusions, the despair, all the traditional attributes of Youth – all save this
– come and go with us through life. These things are a part of life itself; but
languor – the relaxation of yet unwearied sinews, the mind sequestered and
self-regarding, the sun standing still in the heavens and the earth throbbing
to our own pulse – that belongs to Youth alone and dies with it
E. Waugh, Brideshead revisited (1945), 94
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