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«But one is still puzzled by the idea of the truly random thought. For when thought is random and detail is recalled for no obvious reason, then remembered detail has no obvious metaphysical superiority, or privilege, over what has actually been forgotten. One of the reasons that random thought is random is that it is treading over what is forgotten, over the corpses of thoughts.»

(James Wood, "Shakespeare and the pathos of rambling", The Irresponsible Self: On Laughter and the Novel. Pimlico, 2005)