A long time ago, in another land, I was well known, respected and in general, understood. Now I am a stranger, an alien, the originator of outlandish ideas that have no following whatsoever. Nobody comes to find out what I'm thinking or doing. I believe it is because my hair was black then and now it is grey. It seems to me hair colour is fundamental to image perception. Grey registers irrelevance, obstruction, senility. And who cares what senile old men think?
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