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:
abortionacid rain
act of God
Aladdin and his lamp
alchemy
alienation
all that glisters is not gold
amniotic sac
ampersand
Ancien Régime
Armstrong, Louis
Augean stables
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.'
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