![]() ![]() The truth is, though, that the individual hasn’t stopped ageing. But as time goes by, at birthdays or other annual markers, people begin to notice you aren’t getting any older. Day by day, week by week, even month by month, people don’t change in very percep- tible ways. ![]() After all, every day people wake up and see the same face they saw in the mirror yesterday. Initially the ‘sufferer’ of the condition won’t notice they have it. What happens after that is, well, not much. The first respected doctor to give it one, back in the 1890s, called it ‘anageria’ with a soft ‘g’, but, for reasons that will become clear, that never became public knowledge. It is not in any official medical journals. One that no one knows about until they have it. Illness suggests sickness, and wasting away. I thought of it as an illness for quite a while, but illness isn’t really the right word. ![]() Though I think she might have added that – should He exist – the smile had been a frown ever since. It was a warm day, apparently, for the time of year, and my mother had asked her nurse to open all the windows. To give you an idea: I was born well over four hundred years ago on the third of March 1581, in my parents’ room, on the third floor of a small French château that used to be my home. Old in the way that a tree, or a quahog clam, or a Renaissance painting is old. ![]()
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