It gave me a strange feeling, and the rest of that night I didn't say much, but merely sat there and drank, trying to decide if I was getting older and wiser, or just plain old.
by Hunter S. Thompson
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In Hunter S. Thompson's "The Rum Diary," the narrator reflects on his experiences and emotions during a particular encounter that leaves him unsettled. He finds himself consumed by thoughts about aging, wisdom, and what it means to grow older. This introspection leads him to a state of contemplation rather than conversation, as he grapples with the complexity of his feelings.

The quote highlights the internal struggle between the realization of growing older and the desire to feel a sense of maturity and wisdom. Instead of expressing his thoughts vocally, he chooses to observe and drink, indicating a moment of silence where he seeks clarity in his confusion. This moment captures the essence of his character's journey as he navigates the challenges of life and maturity.

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