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Originally Posted by John Whitworth
I think I'm going for the century. There is a writer called something like Anthill who has almost made it. And Titian lived to 99 until he met that girl at the top of the ladder presumably. Wodehouse was ninety and died more or less pen in hand.
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John is thinking of Diana Athill, whose memoir "Instead Of A Letter" is a treasure. I suspect that, as mehitabel the cat would say, there's a dance in the old dame yet.