This is called foreshadowing, folks:

Carol Leifer, in her new/hilarious book, faced a critical dilemma and had only two options: either continue sharing her greatest childhood memory (seeing the Beatles at Shea Stadium in 1966) or lie about her age. She made the inevitable choice:

“I see now that when you deny your age, you deny yourself, and when you lie about your age, you become your inauthentic twin. But most important, when you lie about your age, they win. (And of course by ‘they,’ I mean the terrorists).”

This is the kind of book I will be writing after I fail the ethics section of the bar three times and am prohibited from practicing law. Assuming they haven't won yet. And of course by 'they,' I, too, mean the terrorists.