To be old is to be part of a huge and ordinary multitude . . . the reason why old age was venerated in the past was because it was extraordinary.
As for the British churchman, he goes to church as he goes to the bathroom, with the minimum of fuss and no explanation if he can help it.
The ordinariness of living to be old is too novel a thing to appreciate.
He longed to be lost but he couldn't bear not to be found.
Old age is . . . a lot of crossed off names in an address book.