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- author: Umberto Eco, *The Name of The Rose*
- content: '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 treausre of secrets
- emanated by many minds, surviving the death of those who had produced them or had
- been their conveyors.'
- id: 9ab65b95-226a-4f89-adfc-fb6b6f7dd187
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