"I am, as you pointed out, old - quite old.  Privately, to you alone, I am happy to say that I am still lecherous.  But my lechery does not command me and I am not a goat.  I prefer dignity and self-respect to indulging in pastimes which, believe me, I have already enjoyed in full measure and do not need to repeat.  Ben, a man my age, who looks like a slum clearance in its most depressing stages, can attract a young girl enough to bed her - and possibly big her and thanks for the compliment; it just possibly might not be amiss - through three means only: money... or second, the equivalent of money in terms of wills and community property and the like and - pause for question:  Can you imagine any of these three girls - these four, let me include Jill - bedding with a man, even a young and handsome one, for those reasons?"