“I consider that a man’s brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose. A fool takes in all the lumber of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things, so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it. Now the skillful workman is very careful indeed as to what he takes into his brain-attic. He will have nothing but the tools which may help him in doing his work, but of these he has a large assortment, and all in the most perfect order. It is a mistake to think that that little room has elastic walls and can distend to any extent. Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones.”
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, A Study in Scarlet
If you were that old, and that kind, and the very last of your kind.... you couldn't just stand there and watch children cry.
“The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans. The symbol of the rebellion.”
At last I have the chance to read my new Dan Brown book. WONDERFUL.
Still the same man.
IS SO OVERWHELMED
There’s no way I can save her now… It’s just that she’s always been there for me, taken care of me, and now it’s my turn and I don’t know what to do and it - it - it - it just -
we’re all stories, in the end