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 another movie I only saw part of, to my frustration and disappointment: Ivanhoe. I think I was in fifth grade, and I saw some of it, again with Hugh I think (or maybe he described it) but something went wrong -- maybe it was on too late? Maybe I had to leave my Hugh's house? Anyhow, I was balked of seeing that exciting movie, so I tried to read the book which I got somewhere in a Modern Library edition, and I was horrified by how unreadably boring it was, unlike the Bounty trilogy which I loved, and remember reading avidly on my uptown grandmother's couch when she had made it up as a bed for me when I slept over there. I remember Pitcairn's Island as an open book, but Ivanhoe just gray spine out on my bookshelf.

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