I am a collector of notes upon subjects that have diversity–such as deviations from concetricity in the lunar crater Copernicus, and a sudden appearance of purple Englishmen–staionary meteor-radiants, and a reported growth of hair on the bald head of a mummy–and “Did the girl swallow the octopus?”
But my liveliest interest is not so much in things, as in relations of things. I have spent much time thinking about the alleged pseudo-relations that are called coincidences. What if some of them should not be coincidences?
I am a collector of notes
Charles Fort, Wild Talents, p. 846 (The Complete Books of Charles Fort, Dover, c1974).