When she was young, really young, she had read, completely by accident, Balzac’s A woman of thirty (La Femme de Trente Ans). She was so young then, thirty seemed like ages and ages away. And ‘Take A Look At Me Now!’, the song flowed through her mind. She was double that and some more on top. Where did time go? What happened with all that expanse that lay between her teenage years and being thirty, not dare say sixty-three?