Bad Memory

I can’t believe I said this, but I did and it was recorded in the Goodread with me saying that “Man of Destiny” is the best play of Shaw in my opinion. I didn’t even remember what this play is about when I read Mencken’s book on Shaw. It’s a very funny and subtle book, devoid of Mencken’s usual exaggeration and flamboyancy. Then as I read the description of the play, I remembered watching a video about it long time ago. Then I read my notes on Goodread and realized that I even read the play since the video is so good. I have to find the DVD and watch it again, then read the play again.

Do it slowly so that I can enjoy it. Anything done quickly will kill the joy of it. Pretty soon I am going to lose my mind and don’t know where I’ve put it. I’m never good at memorizing things and hate those exercises of remembering poems or music scores or song lyrics, which plagued all my school years–a school is a place where people with bad memory get tortured. When I first got out of college, I met a girl who can memorize an entire manual, for test purposes, in the blink of an eye, but who would ask me to help fill up a form. How she amazed me. Human mind can differ so much. I wish I talked with her more to understand her ways of thinking, but I didn’t at the time. I could be more solicitous, more curious, more sociable, but my regrettable self just didn’t take the trouble to do those things.