One night, a couple of mis-begotten cats, fighting over food fell off the eaves and hit the dish, knocking it off its stand and
smashing it to fragments in an instant. Neither of us could help crying. "Isn’t it possible," I sighed, "to have even a little thing like this without incurring the envy of the gods?
The words from evening that most strongly suggest the theme would be : Then, and then only, have i thought how sweet/ oldd age might sink upon a windy youth this reflect the theme of past recollection
