In a recent comment, I suggested that Anthony Trollope was the 'Werther's Originals' of English literature (for non-UK readers, they are a sweet/candy, favoured by the elderly). I also suggested that my current penchant for Trollope was evidence that I was knocking on a bit, or as the Spanish would say, es bastante viejo.
When you need reading glasses and would rather take a Trollope than a trollop to bed, you have crossed a border.
But I was wrong. Here is a young woman who loves Trollope, apart from The Warden, which she thinks is a bit boring: