Perhaps it is not so horrible to lose your memory,
as long as it is sufficiently lost.
As long as there are no bent musings
Brown, discomforting thoughts.
Nothing in our blissful conscience
that speaks of hideous things.
Because we cannot sniff ourself
like a dog examining its severed limb,
or pretend to have a memory
we do not understand.
As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can’t remember the other two – Norman Wisdom