There are hardly any excesses of the most crazed psychopath that cannot easily be duplicated by a normal, kindly family man who just comes in to work every day and has a job to do.
‘Oh, I understand,’ said the old man. ‘We all rage against the gods sometimes.’
‘Yes. First thing every morning, when my knees go click and my back aches. I curse them then, you can be certain of it. But quietly, you understand. And I say, “Why did you make me old?”’
‘And what do they reply?’
‘It doesn’t work like that. But as the day wears on and there is maybe some beer, I think I find their answer arising in my mind. I think they tell me: “It is because you will prefer it to the alternative.”’