How Could I Have Forgotten?

Among facts one should never forget, assuming one is me: Christopher Marlowe’s baptismal date falls one day after the birthday of the man, Anthony Burgess, who put him in a novel. If we allow for the calendar shift from Julian to Gregorian, the date probably shifts, and in any event we don’t know quite when he was born, except that it was roughly two months before Shakespeare. But forget I did, and probably will again. And so it goes.