In all the Library, there are no two identical books. From those incontrovertible premises, the librarian deduced that the Library is ‘total’ — perfect, complete, and whole — and that its bookshelves contain all possible combinations of the twenty-two orthographic symbols (a number which, though unimaginably vast, is not infinite) — that is, all that is able to be expressed, in every language. All — the detailed history of the future, the autobiographies of the archangels, the faithful catalog of the Library, thousands and thousands of false catalogs, the proof of the falsity of those false catalogs, a proof of the falsity of the true catalog, the gnostic gospel of Basilides, the commentary upon that gospel, the commentary on the commentary on that gospel, the true story of your death, the translation of every book into every language, the interpolations of every book into all books, the treatise Bede could have written (but did not) on the mythology of the Saxon people, the lost books of Tacitus.
Oh wow, I read the same blog as well! Thank you for informing me of the update, I’m so glad to know she’s all right. And I agree with everything else. It pains me to hear people say that the US is the best country in the world…
Wow, I knew she had a large readership, but that’s still such a cool coincidence. I hadn’t met someone before who had also read her blog! America’s image was severely tarnished after that, both internationally and domestically. I could actually see it sliding downhill, especially when the recession hit and the country clearly wasn’t even reaping any economic benefits from the war. Now, for example, when Australia announced the discovery of large oil fields, the thread on Reddit was filled with people joking about how America might want to “liberate” Australia too. I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t have happened 10 years ago.
Back when I was in high school, I followed this blog called Baghdad Burning, run by a young Iraqi woman (pseudonym Riverbend) who posted about the shitshow that was the Iraq War and the ruin and pain it was causing in ordinary people’s lives. She was eloquent, furious, and raw, and I admired her so much I wrote an essay about her for a contest.