He had a fixed idea that if he should not forget before he died he would have to remember to all eternity.

Certain things had to be taken out of his life, stamped out of sight, destroyed, forgotten.

For a long time he stood in deep thought, lost in the alarming possibilities of unconquerable memory, with the fear of death and eternity before him.

"Eternity!" he said aloud, and the sound of that word recalled him out of his reverie.

The monkey started, dropped the skin, and grinned up at him amicably.
He went towards the office door and with some difficulty managed to open it.