Getting them made to order is a
long and unhappy process and I will pass over it briefly. Having
got them, we find that they do not fit us or that we do not fit
them, which comes to the same thing. The dentist makes them fit
by altering us some and the teeth some, and after some months they
quit feeling as though they didn't belong to us but had been
borrowed temporarily from somebody's loan collection of ceramics.
But just about the time they are becoming acclimated and we are
getting used to them, the interior of our mouth for private reasons
best known to itself changes around materially and we either have
to go back and start all over and go through the whole thing again,
or else haply we die and pass on to the bourne from which no
traveller returneth either with his teeth or without them. If
Shakespeare had only thought of it--and he did think of a number
of things from time to time--he might have divided his Seven Ages
of Man much better by making them the Seven Ages of Teeth as
follows: First age--no tooth; second age--milk teeth; third age--
losing 'em; fourth age--getting more teeth; fifth age--losing 'em;
sixth age--getting false teeth and finding they aren't satisfactory;
seventh age--toothless again.
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