Reciting by Heart
When I use my memory, I ask it to produce whatever it is that I wish to remember. Some things it produces immediately; some are forthcoming only after a delay, as though they were being…
When I use my memory, I ask it to produce whatever it is that I wish to remember. Some things it produces immediately; some are forthcoming only after a delay, as though they were being…
Let me tell you, my God, how I squandered the brains you gave me on foolish delusions. –Saint Augustine, Confessions, trans. R. S. Pine-Coffin