This week in my Margaret Atwood seminar, while discussing a short story from 1983:
Student A: How old was she then?
Me: She was middle aged.
Student B: No, she wasn’t. She was born in 1939, so she was REALLY OLD then.
Me: She was over forty years younger than she is now, though . . .
Note: I’m currently five years older than Atwood was then.
