But no.

What is a week?
Leaden-footed, it is an eternity; but winged with the dove's iris it is a mere moment.

Besides, I must accustom myself to my youth.

I must investigate its follies, I must learn the grammar of its wisdom.

We'll take counsel together, Polyphemus, how to turn these chambers, fusty with decayed thought, into a bridal bower radiant and fragrant with innumerable loves.