I seem to remember a poem . . . . .
"You are old, Gandolfi," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head --
Do you think, at your age, it is right?
"In my youth," Gandolfi replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Your as old as the camera you lust after . . . . . . . well perhaps hoping your closer to half its age !!!!
Apologies for re-writing, changing the odd words, a photographers poem
Ian