I read the book that says “1943” and am persuaded.

Then I read a decapitating review that says “not 1943” and am confused.

Then I read a denigrating reply to the review that says “1943” and am dismayed but reassured.

A detonating response to the reply to the review says “not 1943” and puts me back where I was in the second place.

Until a devastating rejoinder to the response to the reply to the review says “1943” and I am beginning to forget some
parts of the point.

Whereupon a depilating witty riposte to the rejoinder to the response to the reply to the review says “not 1943 at all.”

How could I have ever thought such a thought?

You wouldn’t catch me thinking that with a tin foot.

Year after next an article in The Articulate Review will lay the whole sorry affair out but radically misconstrue the original
point.

I remember 1943. The penny changed awhile, the very penny.