this is one paragraph about the topic of old age.
"Eighty years old!" the great Catholic poet Paul Claudel wrote in his journal. "No eyes left, no ears, no legs, no wind! And when all is said and done, how astonishingly well one does without them!"
i can not understand "no wind!". what does it mean? what does it refer to?
Breathing is laboured. One gets out of breath ascending shallow staircases. I can personally vouch for this.