Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
Let not memory be so fine as to glean from all the corners, but let much lie untouched and undisturbed ‘til covered over with years of dust it is buried deep and ne’er disturbed. Who would want to remember everything ever said, done, and thought? That is the fear put in the heart by thoughts of the last judgment where the books will be opened and we are judged by thoughts, and words, as well as deeds. There are so many things I never want to think of again: sins and peccadilloes, lapses in judgment, foolishness, foolhardiness and stupidity, meanness and irascibilities. Keep them locked away; I have learned my lesson: I don’t need reminders to say never again. What shame I will be crushed under if all those come to light. Cut off all remembrances if with the good go the bad.
