Hal supine: Accomplice!, the blizzard, Weston — "Now I couldn’t for the life…"
Now I couldn’t for the life of me recall what I’d done with the frieze, or which Byzantine seraglio the original had decorated. There had been a time when data like these were instantly available.
Context
The eidetic gift's obituary, delivered in the gift's own filing-cabinet diction ("data"). Pairs with 160's audit of the mental Xerox, which the Abandonment of Hope hadn't yet compromised; twenty days later, here, the compromise is in.