WHO KNEW?

As I continue to assemble materials for my Collected Papers, I keep coming across things I had forgotten I had written.  This afternoon, I stumbled on a 138 page manuscript, entitled "The Language of Economics:  A Course of Lectures."  I have no memory of writing it, but I read it through, and it has a good deal of interesting things in it, so I shall include it in my volumes of papers.  It has started to dawn on me that my sense of myself as a sluggard who rarely works may be somewhat skewed.  I watch a good deal of television, play enormous numbers of computer card games [more than ten thousand since I bought my new computer a year and a half ago], and mostly daydream, but judging from the amount of unpublished material in my files, I must have spent at least some time writing.  How odd that I can recall so many details of my life and yet cannot remember writing all this stuff.