After a few hours, Chesterton’s Junk Drawer (you can’t throw anything away until you remember why you saved it) becomes Zeno’s Junk Drawer: you can’t finish until you sort half of it, and then half of the rest, and then half of the rest… Until at last, late in the afternoon, you find yourself with Occam’s Junk Drawer, and chuck all the rest of it in the trash. Such is the progress of philosophy.