Valentine's Day approaches. So many hearts still to be won, muses Captain Midlife as he studies his magnified decaying face in the shaving mirror, while striving to put the picture of T.S. Eliot's Sweeney out of his mind.
Out of his mind, indeed. The quavering romantic nature flops like a landed fish but never expires entirely, our middle-aged boy discovers. Debts pound at the door like crazy firemen; responsibilities rise like dunes on the Cape; girls in their 20s call him Sir (Oh, call me Captain); and still our hero hopes. Will love come to Captain Midlife? Has it been there...
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