Originally Posted By: BranShea
"a dream-wide street with droshkies all awry under incredibly blue skies, which, farther away, melt automatically into a pink flush of memorous banality".

And never needed no better word.


It still feels like a last resort to me, but perhaps that's because mnemonics is a little hobby of mine. I can't read the word without thinking of such things as the Master Peg System, or the loci method of Simonides, and whathaveyou.

Who knows. Perhaps Nabokov would have preferred tswum's memorous. (He was no stranger to obscure words!)