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"I find my diversions, as I always do, but the days are long in this grey place."

In an opinion discussing the privacy of email, the court emphasizes the expected privacy people have in emails, listing various email exchanges, one of which is :"lovers exchange sweet nothings"
"Sweet nothings" tucks the string connected to Roland Barthes 

"Thou hast put me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in depths."

Solomon saith: There is no new thing upon the earth. So that as Plato had an imagination, that all knowledge was but remembrance; so Solomon gien his sentence, that all novelty is but oblivion. --- Francis Bacon, Essays, LVIII 

http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/392/the-art-of-fiction-no-172-louis-begley 

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The eye of memory follows a nonlinear fashion. Not meandering nonlinear but hasty or almost greedy,darting-all-over-the-place nonlinear fashion. As if there is a gulf in between every single second, it tries to seize every nano-fragment of it. For the fear of it plunging into the despairing abyss of irretrievable. The inescapable trap of memory. I am confused. No matter how much exertion is used, many fragments slip through and dissipate. What happened at that nano-second? I don't quite remember the details.

But I never forgot it.