dal Centro per gli Anziani. Though I've said it before, the truth is that the years are going faster and faster as I approach the 64th year of my life. My doctor has to remind me to visit him these days. I've an appointment (at his instance) in an hour to see him; a nice German fellow, very thorough, brisk, uncompassionate. I quite like him. Hope we can do something about my damned blood pressure, which was high, systolic and dystolic, when I checked it at the supermarket yesterday. I don't want to die of apoplexy like I did in my last incarnation; or, if I must, I hope this time I don't expire in a fit of rage and self-pity. Friday has been reminding me that I owe it to the world to finish my education, and to teach--Where does he get these notions?