"...when, all in a moment some confounding remembrance...would fall upon me like a destructive missile, and scatter my wits again. Scattered wits take a long time picking up; often, before I had got them well together, they would be dispersed in all directions by one stray thought..."
"Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day."
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
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