Character: Clevinger

- So do you know how fast a year passes when he leaves? - again asked Clevinger Dunbar. - Here's how! - He snapped his fingers. - Time - and no. Yesterday you were a freshman in College, young and fresh, like liquid Apple. And today the old man.
- The old man? - astonishment asked Clevinger. - It's about what are you talking about?
- Of course, man.
- I'm not an old man.
- Not a man? Yes, you are in death every departure, isn't it? You at any moment can go to the light, as the frail old man.