Memory (I think...)

Lately there have been discussions hither and yon about how to learn, how to remember, what's worth remembering and what isn't, how some people remember things and how others do and what might cause the differences. To paraphrase Hamlet, when he was standing in a hole full of memories:

Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let her remember an inch thick, to this favour she must come.

This came in the e-mail a minute ago:

An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house, and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. The two gentlemen were talking, and one said, 'Last night we went out to a new restaurant and it was really great. I would recommend it very highly.'

The other man said, 'What is the name of the restaurant?'

The first man thought and thought and finally said, 'What is the name of that flower you give to someone you love? You know... The one that's red and has thorns.'

'Do you mean a rose?'

'Yes, that's the one,' replied the man. He then turned towards the kitchen and yelled, 'Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?'

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