Even to himself he knew that that was an effort of imagination founded on imperfect memory.

You see, I have an imperfect memory for minutiae.

He claimed that men had imperfect memories, that dwarfs' were better.

For the sake of keeping peace in the family, I'll gloss over his imperfect memory of just who said what in any given conversation.

Older dancers have their memories, however imperfect.

Or if he had not, was it the thought of vengeance unsatisfied that haunted him, taunted him with its imperfect memory?

All of which naturally raises the question: Why are humans cursed with such imperfect memories?

That's why human beings have evolved an imperfect memory.

As a result of this, epic tends to change over time as imperfect memories bend the traditions in new ways.

Or the imperfect memories she'd resurrected, of another body floating facedown in Still Lake.