"<p>For a long time, women think it's about their bodies. When they start to get old, they scream, call the beautician, then rush to the surgeon and hairdresser, light a candle in the church, travel to Lourdes, have new clothes made, and before going to bed rub their face with greasy ointments for a long time. It takes time before they begin to suspect that it was not about their bodies after all, but about service, which was their role in the world. At such times, they quieten down, look alarmedly into the air, frown less, and don't ask strange men: "Have you read the new Huxley?..." - instead, they listen and organize their accounts. Aging is observed by scientists as a new kind of disease. Many women fall in love with men at this time.</p>"