Yesterday, upon observing a young couple heading off for a walk, I thought, and not for the first time, that youth is wasted on the young.
They were both about seventeen. He was tall, gangly and wearing a beige woolly hat pulled low on his head like a condom. She was slim and bespectacled, slightly stooping with arms folded over as if she wanted to hide her breasts. They both looked awkward and shy of each other. Maybe it was their first date?
But there they were. Both fairly attractive, both lithe, healthy, smooth skinned and young! And you could tell they didn't give a fig for it.
They were cut from a different cloth than Jaunter and his moll but were no more appreciative of their youth and vitality than that sorry pair.