"In the big untidy kitchen
there was a drawer. Of course, there were many drawers, but when
someone said, ‘The string is in the drawer,’ everyone understood.
The chances were the string would not be in the drawer. It was meant
to be, along with a dozen other useful things that were never there:
screwdrivers, scissors, sticky tape, drawing pins, pencils. If you
wanted one of these, you looked in the drawer first, then you looked
everywhere else. What was in the drawer was very hard to define:
things that had no natural place, things that had no use but did not
deserve to be thrown away, things that might be mended one day. So –
batteries that still had a little life, nuts without their bolts, the
handle of a precious teapot, a padlock without a key or a combination
lock whose secret number was a secret to everyone, the dullest kind
of marbles, foreign coins, a torch without a bulb, a single glove
from a pair lovingly knitted by Granny before she died, a hot water
bottle stopper, a cracked fossil. By some magic reversal, everything
spectacularly useless filled the drawer intended for practical tools.
What could you do with a single piece of jigsaw? But, n the other
hand, did you dare throw it away?"
Ian McEwan, The daydreamer
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