“I want...” I began, “I suppose...I am trying, for lack of a better word, to un-recall these words. To undiscover these things.”
“Don't you mean forget?” Throneberry said.
I shook my head. “I don't know. Maybe. But forgetting is too weak a word for what I want. I want the words to disappear not just from my mind, but from this...”
Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.
Yet, for all this, take great Pains to unmonarch me, and constitute themselves in my Stead.
From the centre of each side of this tree-bound square ran avenues east, west, and south into the wide expanse of corn-land and coomb to the distance of a mile or so.
