F.L. Lucas (1894-1967), Style
(London: Cassell & Co Ltd, 1955), p. 23:
or later, most of us find that our memories are sieves.
The Danaïds in Hell filled sieves for eternity; we do
the same through our lives on earth. Even through
Cambridge Lethe flows, as well as Cam.
There are, if I may cite my own experience, minor
plays by Webster, or partly by Webster, that I have read
and re-read two dozen times, written about, annotated,
corrected and recorrected in proof — and yet today I have
forgotten even their plots. I had in the First War to
memorize the organization of the German Army — yet
today that knowledge has vanished from my brain almost
as completely as that German Army faded from the
earth. Such acquisitions may survive in the Unconscious; no doubt they could quickly be revived; but meanwhile they are gone. And perhaps better so.
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