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January 12, 2022
A memory of a memory: CLEARENCE
Once upon a time in the mid-1990s, in
a discussion of what I like to call
"Gunga Din Syndrome" on usenet, GUNGA_DIN_SYNDROME
someone accused me of never actually
having read the poem "Gunga Din".
This struck me as a silly random shot, so I
declined to comment on the point, and that
disciplined gap in the flow of conversation
succeeded in wedging the point in my mind, so
that years later I was still thinking about it...
I decided to write something about it, but it
made no sense whatsover to actually post it
anywhere, so that meant "it's bboard time"-- I
posted it to the Stanford University "bboard", And in that obscure
by then a pale shadow of it's former self, but publication venue, my
still a fine place for completely random remarks original post went
on any subject. the way of all bits.
And many years
afterwards I've now
Here's the-- exceedingly minor-- puzzle: decided to re-create
it from memory.
*Had* I read "Gunga Din"?
I am indeed the kind of person who reads things,
and the idea that someone is going to come up
with a gotcha like this with me is pretty weak--
many other gotchas are possible, but the odds
that I haven't read something I'm talking about
are pretty low (not zero, but low).
Accusing someone of not having read "Gunga Din"
seemed remarkably odd-- it's not like it's a
long piece, and it's not like there's anything
particularly difficult about it--
And in point of fact, I could quote lines from
"Gunga Din" from memory, obviously I've read it.
Except... this is a pretty famous poem, with pretty
famous lines, and some that I think I remember from
reading it I could be remembering from a quotation,
e.g. the close of the Cary Grant movie "Gunga Din".
So I went and picked up my volume of Kipling, and
I noted that there was actually a bookmark at
this particular poem, which seems to indicate I'd
looked at it before... but it was at the *front*
of the poem, so it *could* be I'd marked it with
the *intention* of reading it, but never got to it.
So I read through it-- for the first or second time--
and found some bits were familiar, others I didn't
remember, but those weren't so striking that you
would think it strange I didn't remember them.
As expected, nothing in the text of the poem indicated
to me any sort of confusion in my mind when I
started using the phrase "Gunga Din Syndrome".
If my original interlocutor *wasn't* just making
a random shot, I certainly couldn't see what
target he was aiming at.
So there you have it--
A fine example of
o Fallible memory undermining the
point of a life spent learning.
IN_THE_IRON_MASK
o Meaningless online disputes one
would be justified in forgetting,
however difficult that can be.
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