Customs and convictions change; respectable people are the last to know, or to admit, the change, and the ones most offended by fresh reflections of … - John Updike

[Harry listening to car radio] ...he resents being made to realise, this late, that the songs of his life were as moronic as the rock the brainless kids now feed on, or the Sixties and Seventies stuff that Nelson gobbled up – all of it designed for empty heads and overheated hormones, an ocean white with foam, and listening to it now is like trying to eat a double banana split the way he used to. It's all disposable, cooked up to turn a quick profit. They lead us down the garden path, the music manufacturers, then turn around and lead the next generation down with a slightly different flavour of glop.

Weeds don't know they're weeds.

We must have sinned greatly, at some juncture long buried in our protozoic past, to deserve such a universe