Why does it seem to take more than half a lifetime to get to be a lousy teenager? Why does childhood take forever – when you're a child? Why does it seem to occupy a solid three-quarters of the whole trip? And when it's over, when the kids grow up, when you suddenly have to face facts…well," Frank said to me, just recently, "you know the story. When we were in the first Hotel New Hampshire, it seemed we'd go on being thirteen and fourteen and fifteen forever. For fucking forever, as Franny would say. But once we left the first Hotel New Hampshire," Frank said, "the rest of our lives moved past us twice as fast. That's just how it is," Frank claimed, smugly. "For half your life, you're fifteen. Then one day your twenties begin, and they're over the next day. And your thirties blow by you like a weekend spent with pleasant company. And before you know it, you're thinking about being fifteen again.
( John Irving )
[ The Hotel New Hampshire ]
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