My father has always made lists. Here is an extract from an unexplained handwritten list, in alphabetical order. Probably from the 1980s, it's fastened with a rusty staple:
act of God
Aladdin and his lamp
all that glisters is not gold
Now he lists the flavour of each liquid nutrition supplement that he drinks, three times a day, in a notebook. This afternoon he writes down: 'fruits of the forest'.
A nurse puts her hand on his shoulder. 'I love you, Arthur.'