[ben_w]

> If a man eighty thousand years old were conceivable, his character would in fact be absolutely variable, so that out of him little by little an abundance of different individuals would develop.

Perhaps it would, perhaps it would not.

For what this strange anecdote is worth, Alzheimer’s had not robbed my mother of her personality even when it was robbing her of object permanence, the concept of things having a left hand side, numbers over four, and speech.