Reminds me (pun not intended) of Funes, the Memorious (Borges short story): A circle drawn on a blackboard, a right triangle, a lozenge-all these are forms we

Reminds me (pun not intended) of Funes, the Memorious (Borges short story): A circle drawn on a blackboard, a right triangle, a lozenge-all these are forms we can fully and intuitively grasp; Ireneo could do the same with the stormy mane of a pony, with a herd of cattle on a hill, with the changing fire and its innumerable ashes, with the many faces of a dead man throughout a long wake. [...] With no effort, he had learned English, French, Portuguese and Latin. I suspect, however, that he was not very capable of thought. To think is to forget differences, generalize, make abstractions. In the teeming world of Funes, there were only details, almost immediate in their presence.