<!doctype html> <html lang="en"> <head> <meta charset="utf-8"> <title>Borges</title> <meta name="author" content="Biyi Wen"> <meta name="description" content="Borges"> <link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Margarine" rel="stylesheet"> <link rel="stylesheet" href="template.css"> <link rel="stylesheet" href="bg_3.css"> </head> <body> <div id="container"> <section id="text"> <nav class="crumbs"> <ol> <li class="crumb"><a href="index.html">Index</a></li> <li class="crumb"><a href="borges_bookstore.html">Borges Bookstore</a></li> <li class="crumb">Borges</li> </ol> </nav> <h1>Borges</h1> <p style="margin-top:60px;">Argentinian writer Borges have said, "I have always imagined that paradise will be a kind of library." He have also said, there was once map that was so comprehensive that it covered the entire earth surface, to which it was representative of.</p> <p>I nearly confused Borges to be the writer of The Invisible City, and realized it's written by Calvino. I probably established this connection because Calvino's If on a Winter's Night a Traveller, through which a reader will read into a reader's experience reading a book called If on a Winter's Night a Traveller. It was this recursivity that I connected Borges and Calvino together.</p> <p>Another two writers with unique writing structures are <a href="pnin.html">Nabokov</a> and <a href="claude_simon.html"> Claude Simon</a>. </p> </section> <section id="gallery"> <img srcset="img/borges/recursivity_200w.png 200w," sizes="(max-width: 2880px) 100px" src="img/borges/recursivity.png" alt="recursion"> <footer id="gallery"> <p>Recursion Diagram</p> </footer> </section> <section id="network"> <h1>Excerpts from <cite>The Garden of Forking Paths</cite></h1> <p>"Are you going to Dr. Stephen Albert's house?" Without waiting for my answer, another said: "The house is a good distance away but you won't get lost if you take the road to the left and bear to the left at every crossroad."</p> <p>The advice about turning always to the left reminded me that such was the common formula for finding the central courtyard of certain labyrinths. I know something about labyrinths. Not for nothing am I the greatgrandson of Ts'ui Pen. He was Governor of Yunnan and gave up temporal power to write a novel with more characters than there are in the Hung Lou Meng, and to create a maze in which all men would lose themselves. He spent thirteen years on these oddly assorted tasks before he was assassinated by a stranger. His novel had no sense to it and nobody ever found his labyrinth. </p> <p>Differing from Newton and Schopenhauer, your ancestor did not think of time as absolute and uniform. He believed in an infinite series of times, in a dizzily growing, ever spreading network of diverging, converging and parallel times. This web of time - the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore each other through the centuries - embraces every possibility. We do not exist in most of them. In some you exist and not I, while in others I do, and you do not, and in yet others both of us exist. </p> <footer class="noPrint"> Read full text <a class="external" href="https://archive.org/stream/TheGardenOfForkingPathsJorgeLuisBorges1941/The-Garden-of-Forking-Paths-Jorge-Luis-Borges-1941_djvu.txt">here</a>. </footer> </section> </div> </body> </html>