Jean-Paul Sartre. The age of maturity (№ 436064)

You see, in principle, the instincts of our old pirate grandfather spoke in both of us. Only I got rid of them in one fell swoop, and you pull them drop by drop, you can't get to the bottom. I think that by nature you are much less a pirate than I am, and this is what ruins you: your life is an eternal compromise between a tendency to rebellion and anarchy, very moderate, and your hidden inclinations that attract you to order, moral health, I would said, almost to routine. As a result, you remained an aged, irresponsible student. But, my friend, take a good look at yourself: you are thirty-four years old, your head is gradually turning gray - though not like mine - there is nothing of a youth in you anymore, the life of a bohemian is not suitable for you. Besides, what is bohemianism? It was great a hundred years ago, now it's a handful of harmless muddlers who missed the train. You have already entered the age of maturity, Mathieu, or, in any case, you should have entered it.