But, hey, this kind of thing’s going on in libraries everywhere, you know. More or less, that is.
Haruki Murakami, The Strange Library
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- “Hey,” said the sheep man. “What is it?” “You forgot the shoes, didn’t you?” “Yes, I’ve forgotten them,” I replied. Thanks to his question, however, the shoes that I had managed to forget walked right back into my mind.
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- “The world follows its own course,” he said. “Each possesses his own thoughts, each treads his own path.”
- “And yet these lessons will prove fruitless. Human libraries, the monster will learn, contain for him only alien literature.”