Turning pages is about as symbolic...
Turning pages is about as symbolic
As you can get... I need not explain;
The obvious analogies leap to mind
With alarming alacrity. I sit here at
The mahogany table in the Reference
Room. I refer to nothing other than
This. You might think that I am
Turning pages, but I'm not -- not one.
Outside is New York. There is nothing to
Say about it. Human beings do what
You expect them to do. Some come into
The Library -- and yes, they read -- and
Yes, they turn pages... even as I
Try not to understand what that means.
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