Nostalgia is not a sweet or minor matter, being, fundamentally, a form of boredom and it is boredom, not confinement, that will kill the lion. Forget the smiling, amiable, charming elder speaking winningly and dulcetly of the good old days for he (or she) has only contempt for the present and those good old days so deliciously described were as rotten as those of today and as similarly lamented.