Her mind was an hotel where facts came and went like transient lodgers, without leaving their address behind, and frequently without paying their board.
~ Edith Wharton, Xingu
My wife is not amused at my talent for combining general obliviousness with the retention of apparently random facts and observations. These latter make up the mind’s furniture and décor without peopling its halls and rooms. If I don’t suffer, then, from quite the same complaint as Wharton’s Mrs Ballinger, I still agree that facts are cheapskates. What you’re able to profitably extract from them never compensates for the overcrowded walls, the hazards underfoot and the poor company.