Life for me has been exactly what I thought it would be, a cake, which I have eaten and had too.
Let them eat cake. (Traditional but wrong attribution; the remark, perhaps apocryphal, was attributed to others much earlier.)
One layer was certainly 17th century. The 18th century in him is obvious. There was the 19th century, and a large slice, of course, of the 20th century; and another, curious layer which may possibly have been the 21st. (comparing Winston Churchill to a cake)
We cannot set aside an hour for discussion with our children and hope that it will be a time of deep encounter. The special moments of intimacy are more likely to happen while baking a cake together, or playing hide and seek, or just sitting in the waiting room of the orthodontist.
Your mind now, moldering like wedding-cake, heavy with useless experience, rich with suspicion, rumor, fantasy, crumbling to pieces under the knife-edge of mere fact. In the prime of your life.
But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake, And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake. (“Casey at the Bat”)