In my life—when my heart first stirred with love, my parents didn’t approve; when my heart stirred again, my wife didn’t approve; when my heart went all over the place with love, my children didn’t approve. When my looks allowed it, my morals didn’t; now that my morals allow it, my looks won’t. What a pity—when I was the right kind of “stuff,” I wasn’t that kind of person; now that I’m that kind of person, I’m no longer the right kind of “stuff.” I didn’t manage to catch a single step—at every turn, I fell behind!