Among the middle classes and the rich, one will have to travel miles to spot an old hag. Women sparkle like ageless gems. Age gives a mellow gleam to the skin. The young have less time for such refinements, being busy living. They run around, smelling of perspiration.
Perspiration smells faintly of the food ingested during the past twelve hours.
My retired friends ought to stop looking so miserable and start the ultimate love affair of their lives.