Alguém que me entende

«Time is my particular downfall. Once something moves into the past tense, I lose all track of it. My sincerest dread in life is to be arrested and asked: ‘Where were you between the hours of 8.50 a.m. and 11.02 a.m. on the morning of the eleventh of December?’ When this happens, I will just hold out my wrists for the handcuffs and let them take me away because there isn’t the remotest change of my recalling. It has been like this for me for as long as I can remember, which of course is not very long.»

Notes from a big country, Bill Bryson