The Great Shadow — Arthur Conan Doyle

It is strange to me Jock Calder of West Inch to feel that though now in the very centre of the nineteenth century I am but five-and-fifty years of age and though it is only once in a week perhaps that my wife can pluck out a little grey bristle from over my ear yet I have lived in a time when the thoughts and the ways of men were as different as though it were another planet from this.