Yet how vexed I felt that I could not distinguish your sweet face clearly! For there was a at all. Ah me, but old age is not always a blessing, my beloved one! At this very moment everything is standing awry to my eyes, something or other for, in the moming, his eyes to be red, and the tears to be gushing from them in a way that makes him ashamed to be seen before strangers.
- P12