Wizards of Recollection.

Nevertheless, one must admire those recollective wizards who can remember, word for word, such important things as what Caesar tipped off to Brutus, without resorting to the American version, “Sez U, Brute.”

One must envy the man who can go up to a six-by-four policeman and say, “Hullo, Fish-face! I remember you in the fifth form at St. Swelter's. I remember how you swiped the can of ice-cream at the Sunday ‘School picnic in 1903.” It must be nice, too, to approach Throttler Grapple, the wrestling cyclone and resurrect the careless days of boyhood with such words as, “Squirt Grapple, I believe? Do you remember how I used to twist your arm at school and rub onion in your eye? What a miserable wart you were!”

But, no-perhaps it wouldn't be so nice. Memory has its dangers as well as its joys.