The Good Old Days?
Were they ever? Good? The old days?
Those were different times.
All the poets studied rules of verse
And the ladies they rolled their eyes.
(Lou Reed, 'Sweet Jane')
What is it in us that reflects so wistfully on bygone eras - whether they be 5, 50 or 500 years ago? I suspect there is a tendency over time to enhance the happy constituents of memory and press the fader on less pleasant aspects.
I know that's a sweeping generalisation. I have several friends who... Читать дальше...