When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay. —Brian Aldiss
It said ‘Men’ on the door, I was only a boy
Installing a tap of some rare alloy,
A job I remember I didn’t enjoy,
In the jade-tiled toilets, the toilets of Troy.