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Prince Hamlet of Denmark is out to revenge his father \u2013 at least, that’s the idea. But William Shakespeare has saddled him with a girlfriend, Ophelia, and her father Polonius, an interfering old fool. A Pantalone, in other words: a man (by tradition, but the gender\u2019s immaterial) who is losing his grip on affairs of which he was once the master. With age, the Pantalone’s sphere of action and influence becomes comically reduced. What was once a voice of authority has become a bark of comic impotence.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m at the Harold Pinter Theatre in London. Andrew Scott (Moriarty in Steven Moffat’s Sherlock) is playing the prince, but it\u2019s Polonius has me fascinated. The British character actor Peter Wight isn’t playing him for a fool, but as someone suffering from mid-stage Alzheimer\u2019s. His mood swings wildly about, his silences are painful, his recollections pathetic victories snatched against the coming dark.<\/p>\n
Wight\u2019s portrayal is meticulous, sincere, and timely. Old age may not be a disease but it\u2019s certainly a genetic condition, and one by one, elements of that condition are succumbing to medical research. This has had the disconcerting effect of curing all the easy diseases in order that we may bankrupt ourselves treating the recalcitrant ones. Rates of terminal cancer have plummeted, only to expose us to Alzheimer\u2019s and Parkinson\u2019s.<\/p>\n
It looks like we\u2019re all going to live to 100 before we drop dead. This pleases me, because I want to become the character described by the Athenian lawyer Solon 2,600 years ago: “so wise that he no longer wastes time on useless things, and this enables him to formulate his profoundest insights most succinctly.\u201d<\/p>\n
The trouble is that only a couple of hundred years after Solon, Aristotle came up with this charming formula: the old, he said, live by memory rather than by hope. Sure they have a lot of experience, but this means they are sure about nothing and under-do everything. They are small-minded because they have been humbled by life. As a result, they are driven too much by the useful and not enough by the noble. They are cynical and distrustful and neither love warmly nor hate bitterly. They are not shy. On the contrary, they\u2019re shameless, feeling only contempt for people\u2019s opinion of them.<\/p>\n
Aristotle knew what a pantalone was, and he knew that being a pantalone was nothing to do with disease or infirmity. It was, and is, to do with the passing of time.<\/p>\n
By the time I\u2019m a hale and hearty 100, what kind of monster will I have become? Always voting the way I’ve voted; always writing the same kind of novel about the same kind of people using the same kind of dialogue; always dating the same kinds of people and always messing them up in the same sorts of ways; bringing up the same kinds of children and saddling them with the same hang-ups.<\/p>\n
Would I want to live for ever? Probably. I just wouldn’t want to remain human forever. I don\u2019t want to be “better than human” or \u201csuperhuman\u201d or any of that rubbish (what does that even mean?) What I want is simple and, thanks to the passage of time, quite impossible. I want to be not bored. I want to be not burdened by experience. I want to be unfazed by life.<\/p>\n
I realise now that I don’t know nearly enough about how other animals think. I need to read more Sy Montgomery. I need to read Marc Bekoff and John Bradshaw. I need to know what my options are, just in case the triumphant effort to healthify old age tips suddenly towards affording us everlasting life.<\/p>\n
My best bet right now is the cockatoo. If you treat a cockatoo properly, it\u2019ll stay a three-year-old child forever \u2013 and that\u2019s a long time: cockatoos live into their sixties.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t let me be a pompous ass, a fussy, fond old fool. Don’t make me a gull, a mark, a slippered pantalone. Let me become something else, something less than human if needs be, but better adapted to forever.<\/p>\n
Who\u2019s a pretty boy then?<\/p>\n
I am<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Prince Hamlet of Denmark is out to revenge his father \u2013 at least, that’s the idea. But William Shakespeare has saddled him with a girlfriend, Ophelia, and her father Polonius, an interfering old fool. A Pantalone, in other words: a … Continue reading