{"text":"Though my hair has grown grey now, and my sight dim, and my heart cold with years, and ennui, and disappointment, and treachery of friends, and yet I have but to lean back in my arm-chair and think, and those sweet figures comes rising up before me out of the past, with their smiles, and their kindnesses, and their bright tender eyes!","author":"William Makepeace Thackery","tags":["aging","friendship","memories"],"id":6352,"author_id":"William+Makepeace+Thackery"}