The Smoking Diaries

'So here I am, two hours into my sixty-sixth year . . . The truth is that I'm nastier than I used to be back when - back when I was sixty four, for instance, when I was nastier than when I was at sixty two and so forth, back and back, always the less nasty the further back, until I get to the age when I was pre-nasty, at least consciously, when the only shame I knew was the shame of being found out which was when I was, well, about eight, I suppose...'