Sometimes I sense that to put real confidence in my memory I have to get to the end of all rememberings. That seems to say that I forego remembering. And now that strikes me as an accurate description of what it is to have confidence in one's memory.
          --Stanley Cavell, The Claim of Reason

I remember more about the pink satin bedspread my father gave my mother one year, for her birthday I think. It had her monogram on it, but one day I realized that the large middle letter was her last initial, and the last letter was her middle initial. I was surprised but they explained that this was how monograms worked. It seemed inelegant to me: I mean the fact of design vs. the ordering of names seemed inelegant. The middle letter was appropriately the largest, but then it couldn't be the middle letter any more. This seemed a discord in the logic of the world.

I remember that after she got that bedspread I was no longer allowed to lie on their made bed. This was a great loss to me.

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