Yawns, checks the clock… oh, 3:30am so it’s not time to make a cup of tea and why am I trying to remember the name of that guy who is supposed to have said –
Every great cause begins as a movement, becomes a business, and eventually degenerates into a racket.
What was his first name… A, B, C, D, E… E - it was Eric something. Yes that’s it - Eric… A, B, C… it was Eric Hoffer. That’s a good effort at this time of night, but where did it come from?
What’s a good analogy of dredging up memories which stay hidden until some kind of input comes along? Something like the first letter of a name? Memory as a kaleidoscope? No that’s just random, it’s nothing like that.
What is it?
What’s a good analogy of dredging up memories which stay hidden until some kind of input comes along? Something like the first letter of a name? Memory as a kaleidoscope? No that’s just random, it’s nothing like that.
What is it?
Dunno...
...but remembering Eric Hoffer was something…
...at this time of night...
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