There is not a dramatic draw to this memoir. These are not the years when Sir Alex Guinness was breaking in as a young actor. These are not the years when he made his name in England’s Ealing Studio comedies--nor the years of his greatest triumphs working with David Lean. This is the memoir of the quiet years of a gentleman in repose. Day to day diary entries reveal how one comes to terms with one’s waning years with a gentle and amusing grace. There is a game of tag with memories but the present always wins. This memoir covers the window where the actor has come to terms with acting being too demanding upon his age. There is a kind of freedom in that. Something comfortable about cats and weather and koi fish being the arbiters of your day—friends and memories of friends something you pull on like old sweaters. An unassuming diary of dignity and connection and breathing in what remains of the day.