I went to a 50th boarding school reunion this past week in Connecticut and had several Proustian experiences. One of them was  seeing the face of an old lady whom I well remembered as the lovely young wife of a faculty member.  She is now a lovely old woman.  Seeing her gave me a start, adding to the eerie quality of the reunion.

I hadn't see her for 50 years and so of course my brain had not had the opportunity to very slowly view  -- and thus mostly ignore --  her aging

--- Robert Whitcomb