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❝ The man, this imperfect librarian, can be the work of chance or malevolent demiurges; the universe, with its elegant provision of shelves, enigmatic volumes, tireless ladders for the traveler, and latrines for the seated librarian, can only be the work of a god
❝ Before finding this letter, I had wondered how a book could be infinite. I could only think of a cyclic, circular volume: a volume whose last page was identical to the first, with the possibility of continuing indefinitely.
❝ This book cannot be understood, still less reviewed.
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