is taking your shape, phase two having a good time, phase three starting a family. Phase four is where I am now, trying to hang on and rally, tattered but still standing, fretting still about the Library of the Dead and the next thing, always the next thing. Everyone mixes their phases around, skips some, has their own rare ones, wastes, profits and might even wise up from one. Phase five takes you to 75. And this is all assuming you’re lucky and the cosmic rays and terrifying acts of chance don’t knock you down at any step along the way. 75 to 90 is tricky, though thanks to the miracles of medical science it’s getting better, all the time, though it might not feel like it when you’re there doing the review. Six phases. Best case. And I’m tumbling through the fourth.