So Christopher Hitchens dies. He was quite a hero of mine, and I spend the next few days reading various tributes to him. And I think, “man, I would like to have that ability. I want to be so well read, and be able to recite passages from memory.” Because, who doesn’t want that ability?
Except I have the ability to recite nearly any stand-up comedy passage I’ve ever heard and yet can’t remember the goddamn name of the narrator in the Great Gatsby, my favourite novel.
THANKS FOR THIS, BRAIN.
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