At the end of the day, the day of The Marathon, my brain failed me. Again. I've been worked up for days and days about two hours in a row of Becky and Huggy. And what happens? I forgot. It totally befuddles me that I can experience a delight that cannot be contained, and then miss out on the event that caused such exuberance (yes, I have a Thesaurus, and I use it at will). How is it, how can it be, that by the end of the day I could have zero brain capacity (ZERO) to even remember to turn on the TV.
I am ashamed.
I really do not know that anything has ever been more exciting than diagramming sentences. —Gertrude Stein