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We Can Roam The Bloated Stacks Of The Library Of Alexandria, Where All Imagination And Knowledge Are Assembled; We Can Recognize In Its Destruction The Warning That All We Gather Will Be Lost, But Also That Much Of It Can Be Collected Again; We Can Learn From Its Splendid Ambition That What Was One Man's Experience Can Become, Through The Alchemy Of Words, The Experience Of All, And How That Experience, Distilled Once Again Into Words, Can Serve Each Singular Reader For Some Secret, Singular Purpose.

Every Text Assumes A Reader.

Unpacking Books Is A Revelatory Activity.

As We Read A Text In Our Own Language, The Text Itself Becomes A Barrier.

One Book Calls To Another Unexpectedly, Creating Alliances Across Different Cultures And Centuries.