I Remember Only What Interests

[...]my Memory Is Reasonably Good—unlike Yours, Dear Sir!” “mine Is Erratic,” He Said Imperturbably. “i Remember Only What Interests Me.

My House Seems Remarkably Full Of People," He Observed. "is It Possible We Were Expected.

His Attention Caught, Her Companion Raised His Eyes From The Book Which Lay Open Beside Him On The Table And Directed Them Upon Her In A Look Of Aloof Enquiry. 'what's That? Did You Say Something To Me, Venetia?' 'yes, Love,' Responded His Sister Cheerfully, 'but It Wasn't Of The Least Consequence, And In Any Event I Answered For You. You Would Be Astonished, I Daresay, If You Knew What Interesting Conversations I Enjoy With Myself.

And Now I Wish I Hadn’t Been Civil, Because He Says He Shall Not Despair! He Is As Stupid As Endymion!” “no, No!” Said Alverstoke Soothingly. “nobody Could Be As Stupid As Endymion!

But It Is Only In Epic Tragedies That Gloom Is Unrelieved. In Real Life Tragedy And Comedy Are So Intermingled That When One Is Most Wretched Ridiculous Things Happen To Make One Laugh In Spite Of Oneself.