Of the many nuances in 'venerable' the one I cleave to is described this
way; "impressive by reason of age" or at least "conveying
an impression of aged goodness and benevolence." Nor in my
sense of 'venerable' do I find the word 'wise'. 'Doddering'
perhaps, but not 'wise'.
Nonetheless upon this day, some years ago, I was born not far from the
equator in Kenya. Which is quite a long way from Kentucky. I
was apparently 'polite', because I 'arrived' after lunch and before
'tea'. Had I been born in Kentucky I would have arrived before
breakfast, in which case, I suspect, the ritual recollection of these
things would not have included the word 'polite'.
nature and nurture placed my star in a part of the Southern hemisphere
that has in the memory of mankind not experienced winter. Nor
could I have looked into the constellations and seen Aquarius with great
clarity. He would have been on his annual visit to the Inuit, so
his influence on me remains minor.
On the 7th of February 1965 George
Harrison had his tonsils removed. On the 7th of February 1921 Kropotkin
died. And on February 7th 1952 the current Mayor of Denver
Colorado was born.
Odd what remains in the memory when I rarely recall what it was that I
did yesterday. Which, in the end, could well be the best
definition of 'venerable'.