Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.
Mark Twain (1870). “The Innocents Abroad, Or, The New Pilgrims' Progress: Being Some Account of the Steamship Quaker City's Pleasure Excursion to Europe and the Holy Land : with Descriptions of Countries, Nations, Incidents and Adventures, as They Appeared to the Author”, p.585