I look like I'm twelve and that's ok.
—Sarah Hyland on The Ellen Show
Nana: Hey, lil' kids shouldn't be swearin' now.
Leia: I'm not a little kid! I'm thirteen! I just haven't evolved yet.
I reached puberty at age 30. At 12, I looked like a fetus.
—Dave Barry, to People magazine
Jack was overconscious of his relative youth. Although in America forty-three is considered young for a President, it is early middle age for a man. Certainly, to me, seven years younger, Jack seemed—and indeed was—mildly decrepit. He moved stiffly when he did not limp painfully from a bad back; war wound was the official line; touch football, the reality.