From The Measure of My Days by Florida Scott-Maxwell
4/21 270 From The Measure of My Days by Florida Scott-Maxwell “Our accustomed shell cracks here, cracks theorem and that tiresomely rigid person we supposed to be ourselves stretches, expands, and with all inhibitions gone we realize that age is not failure, nor disgrace; through mortifying we did not invent it. Age forces us to deal with idleness, emptiness, and not being needed, not able to do, helplessness just ahead perhaps” (706). Florida Scott-Maxwell lived a full life. We know this from her short description (703). I came into this passage hoping to hear about the more exciting times of her life: perhaps her time as an actress, her life in Scotland, or her experiences with her practice in Britain (703). The reader is quickly dispelled of these expectations and quickly learns that Florida is not writing to reflect on her early life but rather her current life. Scott-Maxwell is now old and frail, and death awaits her (703). These experiences with age and death are not ofte...