Andrew Lias writes:
>[1] I've occasionally toyed with the notion of writing a story about an
>immortal whose memory capacity (on the whole, with certain memories going
>back further, others fading quicker) is only two centuries.
I've played one of these for years in Matt Stevens' Two Fisted Tales
(and before that, the same character in Doc Cross's short-lived pulp
game).
He kept a diary.
Unfortunately, he had bad luck with diaries.
--
Joshua Kronengold (mneme at io.com) "I've been teaching |\ _,,,--,,_ ,)
--^--him...to live, to breathe, to walk, to sample the /,`.-'`' -, ;-;;'
/\\joy on each road, and the sorrow at each turning. |,4- ) )-,_ ) /\
/-\\\I'm sorry if I kept him out too late"--Vlad Taltos '---''(_/--' (_/-'