The compensation of growing old was simply this; that the passions remain as strong as ever, but one has gained — at last! — the power which adds the supreme flavour to existence.
Peter Walsh walks through London after visiting Clarissa. He has felt all the old feelings resurface. Now he reflects on what age has given him: not calm, but the ability to understand his own emotions.
Peter’s rueful meditation on aging — the passions don’t fade, but you finally gain perspective.