[ Yes, perhaps it would be a nightmare, or something close to it. To know so much of the world that came before everyone else living in it, and yet to feel hopelessly behind the times. Jack remembers how raucously the elderly among his father's circle of acquaintances had turned their noses up at every new advancement in the world, complaining bitterly that it wasn't like that when they grew up. But everyone must reach that sort of point in their life. He isn't sure he'd like to reach it and still appear to be relatively youthful. ]
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The places change, but the people don't.