“ Let the mystery writ upon the jaguars die with me. He who has glimpsed the universe, he who has glimpsed the burning designs of the universe, can have no thought for a man, for a man's trivial joys or calamities, though he himself be that man. He was that man, who no longer matters to him. What does he care about the fate of that other man, what does he care about the other man's nation, when now he is no one? That is why I do not speak the formula, that is why, lying in darkness, I allow the days to forget me. ”
『알레프』 Andrew Hurley, ⟪Collected Fictions⟫, pp254-255., 호르헤 루이스 보르헤스 지음, 송병선 옮김
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