For nineteen years, he said, he had lived like a person in a dream: he looked without seeing, heard without hearing, forgot everything-almost everything. On falling from the horse, he lost consciousness; when he recovered it, the present was almost intolerable it was so rich and bright; the same was true of the most ancient and trivial memories. A little later he realised he was crippled. This fact scarcely interested him. He reasoned (or felt) that immobility was a minimum price to pay. And now his perception and memory were infallible_ Jorge Luis Borges, Funes the Memorius, Ficciones_1962
