kennan was 95.he was still writing op-ed pieces in the "new york times," still giving some lectures. he published a small book, a history of the kennan family, which he had researched in many small archives across new york and new england and other states. but he writes the unquestionable decline of my own powers, intellectual powers, but beyond that, going into the personal, the inability to confront the small distractions of life, the decline of memory, and the limit of concentration. i see myself surrounded in this house by great prizes, demands upon me, demands i don't see in myself the power to cope with. many of these arrive with expectations, things i have done in the past, coming from people who have no idea of the innerworkings of old age. r.i.m in effect a victim of my own past. i am sure,of this, that i have lived too long, i have outlived myself. by so many,ietly "you look all right." [laughter] i try, in the face of all of this, to do my best, but it is not good enough, and the wearines