Quote#Remembrance
That is just the way with Memory; nothing that she brings to us is…
Quote byJerome K. Jerome · 1859–1927
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow (1886), "On Memory".
English (original)
That is just the way with Memory; nothing that she brings to us is complete. She is a willful child; all her toys are broken. I remember tumbling into a huge dust-hole when a very small boy, but I have not the faintest recollection of ever getting out again; and if memory were all we had to trust to, I should be compelled to believe I was there still.
— Jerome K. Jerome
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