In the upper corner of each page were Arabic numerals. I noticed that one left-hand page bore the number let us say 40, and the facing right-hand page I have not seen him again, nor do I know his name. I got down the impossible book and leafed through its pages.
I opened it and a stranger stood there. It was an octavo volume, bound in cloth.
Both these worries aggravated my already long-standing misanthropy. Sand County is known for quality! I can show you a holy book I came across on the outskirts of Bikaner.
The book of sand talked about India, about Orkney, and about the Norwegian jarls who once ruled it. I had been concerned with the cabin we had requested being too small inside for the four of us.
I aquired it in the outskirts of Bikanir. I opened it and in walked someone I had never met before. You'll never see it again. It was as though the pages sprouted from within the book.
I think they have cabins elsewhere, like Michigan and other parts of Wisconsin. And below my questions, the actual story. The number of pages in this book is no more or less than infinite.
There was no doubt that it had passed through many hands. In the end I opted to hide it behind several misshapen volumes of Thousand and One Nights. One such encounter was my reading this collection of stories by Jorge Luis Borges some thirty years ago.
Not without pedantry I responded: I don't know why they're numbered in this arbitrary way. The other stories all deal in similar Borgesian visions of the infinite — a point that contains all other points in the universe, an object that holds the attention so much that it becomes all of reality itself, a library of all possible books, the Minotaur in an infinite labyrinth.
No page is the first; none the last. You will never see it again. Only afterwards did I realise that he had entered my house with the intention of selling the book.
I showed my treasure to no one. My myopia perhaps made me see him that way. We had a great time. It was as though the pages sprouted from within the book.
With feigned indifference, I asked, "Do you intend to offer this curiosity to the British Museum?Nov 14, · The Book of Sand’s thirteen stories explicitly and implicitly avoid, even disclaim novelty.
In “The Congress” the aging narrator states that “novelties—maybe because I feel that they. "The Book of Sand" (Spanish: El libro de arena) is a short story by Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges. It has parallels to the same author's story "The Zahir" (revised ), continuing the theme of self-reference and attempting to abandon the terribly infinite.
The Book of Sand site is a hypertext, with a nonlinear structure and dynamic images. This story is well-suited for such a presentation, since it deals with a supernatural book whose many pages are in no discernible order.
So how fitting it is, then, that the Book of Sand ends by being lost in a vast library, harking back to the Library of Babel and its mysterious volumes, which in turn foreshadows the Book of Sand, in an endless loop befitting Borges!
"No- this, more geometrico, is decidedly not the best way to begin my tale." Six Quotes Brief Summary Everything you could ever want is within infinity Leading us all to have curiosity Infinity, is indeed enticing Like a car, constantly racing Never seen, infinity is mysterious. "The Book of Sand and Shakespeare's Memory" is a brilliant collection of Borges' exquisite stories.
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