small and frail.

i saw the portuguese movie director manoel de oliveira the other day. i never payed too much attention to his movies, but it is impossible not to be impressed by the man, at the top of his century of life, still making movies. one hundred years. one hundred years that are impressive on his body. mind you, his walking cane is just for the style: he moves with a grace and a determination that i don't have, that i never had, that my twenty-three year-old body will never have, no matter whan i do. one hundred years and he's far younger than me, both in body and in spirit. mind you, i'm not envious. well, maybe a little, but that's hardly the point. i'm just impressed. i've just felt small and frail by comparison.