I am able to recite the last line of any novel on my shelves.
Maybe not perfectly and maybe not so as to get jobs or win
prizes, but good enough, if you have the friends to impress.

I always remember to feed the cat, three hundred
and sixty-five days a year, never taking a break.

I can still recall and apply the five uses of the
German accusative, after all these years.

Most importantly I still know how to whistle, so very well and for hours
and from memory, the theme from The Good, the Bad and
the Ugly, using your hands as you’re meant to do. Nobody complains now.

There was my last Head in the post office yesterday. He spoke to me.
‘What are you doing with yourself these days?’ he said.