Engel, Howard (b. 1931)

The Man Who Forgot How to Read

New York

St. Martin's Press

2007

"It would keep, and my brain filed it away for later."

Panic was still giving me a wide berth. And at the same time, a censor somewhere in my brain was simplifying things for me, helping me to cope with the necessary. For instance, Jacob, my youngest son, and I were due that day to go off to the French River cabin of a good friend. Not for a moment did I think of it. It wasn't a matter that needed serious thought at that moment. It would keep, and my brain filed it away for later. Nor did I think of my friend and companion Laura, who was off in Turkey, visiting historic sites. My instincts seemed to be favoring simplicity. Don't complicate matters. I was like a dying cat: I sought out a quiet place in which to get on with it without panic or excitement.
(p. 29)

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07/02/2010