I met a man upon the stair:
"Did I ever tell you about the book of Sand? As I flicked through the pages I could never find the same page twice. Although it was about to size of a Moroccan bound King James Bible its pages were infinite (I flicked through lavishly illustrated pages numbered 1000 to the power of ten). The complexity of this book frightened and disgusted me, I considered burning it but feared that the fire might consume the whole world".
I made for the door and the man shouted after me: ".. did I ever tell you about the Library of Babel? A library so large that I could never find the book I was looking for. I seem to have spent an infinity in that place, imprisoned by thousands of fascinating digressions..."
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