Logan: Look, the beauty of a daily paper, it's in everybody's recycling bin the next morning. This will be forgotten.
Rory: It won't.
Logan: It will.
Rory: I remember everything I read. Front page, op-ed, concert reviews. It never leaves. My eyes accidentally flit over an obituary, I'm hunting for the metro section, and I can remember the deceased's first wife's name a full month afterward. I mean, and that's just a flit, not even a perusal. If I perused it, I could give you his grandkids in alphabetical order five years later.