“I don’t know the sensible plant,” said Cat wonderingly. “Where may it be found?” “It cannot be found,” the… — Sheri S. Tepper

I have in recent years often reflected upon memory. One takes it so for granted. One remembers with such facile infallibility. And one finds with such shock – at least it was a shock to me – that memory isn’t true.

Sometimes there is such crowding that there is irritation, and this makes fear or anger; and following fear comes meetings of councils to make regulations; and following regulations is further irritation at the laws that are made.

It cheered me a little. Enmities among one’s enemies are always comforting.