"That's right." said the old man. "Ninety-nine years old, and I haven't an enemy in the world. They're all dead."   "Well, sir." said the interviewer , "I hope very much to have the honour  of interviewing you on your hundredth birthday."   The old man looked at the young man closely, and said, "I can't see why you shouldn't. you look fit and healthy to me!" What kind of man would you say the old man was?
He was silly. He was unpleasant He was very proud and sure of his health. He was very impolite to young people.