For many years I have remembered how I heard of the news of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, which occurred on the day before my thirteenth birthday. I recall sitting in the living room of our house -- we only lived in that house for one year, but I remember it well -- listening to a baseball game on the radio. The game was interrupted by an announcement of the attack, and I rushed upstairs to tell my mother. This memory has been so clear for so long that I never confronted its inherent absurdity until last year: no one broadcasts baseball games in December! -- Ulric Neisser, father of cognitive psychology. Poirot leaned forward confidentially, You see this bunch of wildflowers on the table here? Yes, said Miss Pierce -- staring. And you noticed that, when you first came into the room, I sneezed once or twice? Yes. Did you notice if I had been sniffing those flowers? Well -- really -- no -- I couldnt say. But you remember my sneezing? Oh, yes, I remember that! ... He shut the door and came back into the room with his eyebrows raised. But I did not sneeze, he murmured, So much for that. No, I did not sneeze. -- Hercule Poirot, Appointment with Death
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