Save for the celluloid immortality enjoyed by a few of the residents here, they are all, of course, as defenseless against decline as any other aged flesh and mind: the tolerance is gone for noise, harsh light, the unexpected; a sidewalk curb is no more easily managed than an escarpment. But it is different in here. There isn't, for example, the palpable sadness that is so striking in other institutions where people are growing very old. It isn't happy all the time, exactly, but neither is the air so thick with loneliness, to say...
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