I was told not to read this until I was forty. But it was a fortysomething person telling me that, so for all I know he now thinks it would be better to wait until 50. But I’m done waiting. The bit about the panic in forgetting who you are upon waking was enough. The you don’t need Alzheimer’s lurking in your genes to feel such simple terror was enough. We read — I read — to see that we are not alone. So I’m not putting this one off any longer.
I know it’s not important and won’t fix anything.
Edit: I was lucky in my choice of translation, it seems.