I first heard myself say “
argh!” some five years ago, when I bent over to
tie my shoes. I might not have noticed it, but there was someone
else there,
older and wiser than I, who recognized it immediately and
pointed out that this is a
sound that people make when they get old. I now
keep an
accounting of how often I say “Argh.” It’s
punctuating many of
my activities. This evening, I was laying on my stomach watching a
film and got up to fetch a bottle of saké. While I was rallying against
gravity, with old
bones first folding and then unfolding to allow me to
stand on two
pins, I said “ARGH” at least three times.
So, watch out for this sound, it’s a dead giveaway.