It is commendable in Heather Causnett that she cannot remember “any man bragging publicly about his affairs with women” (Letters, February 11).

Indeed, there are some things best forgotten for the sake of all concerned. However, when it comes to literature, I hope exception will be made.

Surely The Memoirs Of Casanova are not beyond recall, and The Diary Of Samuel Pepys (though one needs a smattering of French and Italian to appreciate the full flavour) must certainly be considered indelibly memorable.

I could mention lesser works, even more graphic and instructive, but these more properly belong to the schoolroom, unless confiscated.

William Dixon Smith, Welland Rise, Acomb, York.