E., if I could tell you the number of times in the course of getting from the earliest stages of the diss to the final printed book that I read some passage and thought one of two things:
1) Did I write that? It’s actually pretty smart!
2) Jesus, who wrote *that*?
I wonder if the ability to forget what you wrote is somehow related to the body’s ostensible inability to remember pain — a defense mechanism of sorts that allows you to return to the material somewhat fresh, letting you read and revise it as if it really were someone else’s…