在楓葉國時，
讀了一本好書。
當年為了考試，
囫圇吞棗、生吞活剥。
事隔多年，
終於有機會，
不為考試、不為知識，
真正地細味好文字。

“Your memory is a monster;
you forget – it doesn’t.
It simply files things away.
It keeps things for you,
or hide things from you –
and summons them to your recall
with a will of its own.
You think you have a memory;
but it has you!”

John Irving
“A Prayer For Owen Meany”