Hey, don't be sad for me...I can't help it if my attempts at humour too often get close to the bone.
A solitary old age is nothing to be proud of, I suppose, but then neither is it something to be particularly ashamed of.
Being in a relationship I hated because of fear of being alone [or of not 'getting it', or whatever] just might be, though.
Anyway enough about me, what does Emma* think about me? Or any of her, ahem, more mature admirers, come to think of it?
Actually, don't answer that. I'm not sure I really want to know...
As you were.
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[transparent attempt to get back on-topic]
"To learn who rules over you, simply find out who you are not allowed to criticize" - Voltaire