A Primer for Forgetting
by Lewis Hyde
Jul 23, 2019
3 minutes
It must be Thanksgiving or some such holiday, because I have shown up at my brother’s house to find Mother and Father waiting. Mother stands in the front hall bearing her old smile of greeting, overlaid now with a touch of anxiety because, I realize, she doesn’t remember my name. “Lewis is here!” I call out, as if such announcements were our custom. I don’t want to embarrass her. “Lewis is here!”
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Sometime in the twenties in Berlin, a certain Dr. Kurt
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