Throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out of pride; that he is not really beautiful and he suspects this himself; for why does he look on the face of his fellow-man with such scorn?
That's one of the things about getting older isn't it? You suddenly realise that you are what you set out to be. And there are no role models any more.
A good fighter usually knows, to within a very few seconds, when a three-minute round is going to end.