E.S.’s birthday is tomorrow. Yesterday we had the following exchange.
FAUSTUS: I don’t know what to do. I got you something for your birthday but then I just saw that you already have it.
E.S.: Oh, what is it?
FAUSTUS: That book Forgotten New York. It looked like the kind of thing you would love, so I ordered it from Amazon—
E.S.: —and you just saw it on the shelf in my office.
FAUSTUS: Yes. Well, at least I know it was a good idea.
E.S.: Absolutely. It was a good idea three years ago, too.
E.S.: Check the copy on my shelf. There’s an inscription from you.
FAUSTUS: So when I thought I was getting you a good birthday present I was really just illustrating the paucity of my imagination.
E.S.: And the sieve-like nature of your memory.
E.S.: Any time.