Everett Sloane as the aged Bernstein:
One day back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey on a ferry, and as we pulled out there was another ferry pulling in, and on it there was a girl waiting to get off. A white dress she had on. She was carrying a white parasol. I only saw her for one second. She didn’t see me at all, but I bet a month hasn’t gone by since, that I haven’t thought of that girl.
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Yes, Cal, mutual co-thoughting indeed.
Actually, nothing like this ever happened to me, but the contrary has: I have sometimes come across an old diary entry referring to someone whom I knew quite well for many years to find that I have ABSOLUTELY NO RECOLLECTION of the person, as in
What was the colour of my true love’s hair?
I can’t recall….
Was there a gingham dress she used to wear?
No idea at all….
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