'Listen, Jake,' he leaned forward on the bar. 'Don't you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you're not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you've lived nearly half the time you have to live already?'
'Yes, every once in a while.'
'Do you know that in about thirty-five years more we'll be dead?'
'What the hell, Robert,' I said. 'What the hell.'