Do you really want to live forever

This passage from page 101 of F. Scott Fitzgerald's This Side of Paradise struck me last night.

Then at six they arrived at the Borges' summer place on Long Island, and Amory rushed upstairs to change into a dinner coat. As he put in his studs he realized that he was enjoying life as he would probably never enjoy it again. Everthing was hallowed by the haze of his own youth. He had arrived, abreast of the best in his generation at Princeton. He was in love and his love was returned. Turning on all the lights, he looked at himself in the mirror, trying to find in his own face the qualities that made him see more clearly than the great crowd of people, that made him decide firmly, and able to influence and follow his own will. That was little in his life now that he would have changed....

What do you do besides musicals and punching people?

( An open letter to Mr. Benjamin McKenzie )