The most tragic quality of youth is that the young feel as if they're going to be young forever, not realizing that this fugitive youth and all its grace and its elan comprises a treasury of priceless wealth. To be young, and strong, and good looking, and sharp-witted, and agile, and dexterous, with your parents still alive and all your friends and all your dreams, alive, too. This was a golden age we were blind to and frittered away with the most casual ingratitude.