Fifty is the greatest age they have ever reached.

My father was fifty when he died, and the one we lately buried--Mr.Schroeter was at the funeral--was forty-nine.

I have still two years before me, however." Anton looked at him anxiously.

"But, Sturm, since you know this, why not be more moderate ?" "Moderate!" asked Sturm; "what is moderate?
It never gets into our heads.

Twenty quarts a day is not much if you know nothing of it.
However, Mr.Wohlfart, it is on this account that my dear departed did not choose that Karl should be a porter.