Would a man get married in the twilight of his life? The true twilight, that is, when ambition has given way to comfort, comfort to habit, and habit the final slope?
There’s stuff in Stoppard yet, one hopes.
(As an example of the power of concision in writing, and why a second draft is probably a good idea – even though I edited it on the fly before I moved to the next sentence this time – here is that second sentence in its original form:
The true twilight, that is, when ambition has given way to comfort, comfort has given way to habit, and habit has given way to the final slope?)
(Then again, perhaps the longer version is better rhetorically, because it gives the ear time to process the shifts of states being described, whereas the more concise version works better on the page because it can be dwelt upon? I think suddenly of the Seven Ages of Man speech, and while that was quite concise, you dwelt upon each age. (I think of the “whistling pipes” and something-that-means-thin “legs”.) Whatever. Context is what would determine it, I guess.)
Paradigm shift of the day: perhaps it is not reading that makes me tired – perhaps it is using a computer/watching tv that keeps me awake.