The Linnet's Wings Blackbird Dock - Page 23

Title: Mid-flight(c) 2018 C. Mannheim, Ibidemimages@gmail.com Epigraph              Until then I had thought each book spoke of the things, human or divine, that lie outside books. Now I realized that not infrequently books speak of books: it is as if they spoke among themselves. In the light of this reflection, the library seemed all the more disturbing to me. It was then the place of a long, centuries-old murmuring, an imperceptible dialogue between one parchment and another, a living thing, a receptacle of powers not to be ruled by a human mind, a treasure of secrets emanated by many minds, surviving the death of those who had produced them or had been their conveyors.   Umberto Eco, "The Name of the Rose " 23