Garden of Forking Paths - Jorge Luis Borges

 Garden of Forking Paths Jorge Luis Borges
dedicated to Victoria mm. Ocampo ①
① Victoria. Ocampo (1891m1979), Argentina, essayist, literary critic, who edited the the artillery support) on the Sale of a Montauban offensive line was originally scheduled for July 24, 1916 launch, and later postponed to 29 am. Liddell. Hart explained that the captain delayed because of rain, of course, there is no surprising place. Qingdao University, former teacher Dr. Yu Zhun's testimony, after the record, repeat, verify the signature by me, but then this event provides a description of anticipated. are missing the first two pages.
hh I hung up the phone. I immediately distinguish the voice answered the phone in German. is Richard. Madden. Madden, in Victor. Runeberg's residence, which means that all our hard work go down the drain, we life has come to an end mm, but this is secondary, at least in my opinion so. This means that Runeberg had been arrested, or killed ①. the day before sunset, I ran the same fate. Madden was implacable. said to be more accurate, and he obliged to be implacable. As a person orders from the UK Ireland, he has acted not enthusiastic about even the suspicion of betrayal, and now have the opportunity to Imperial Germany of the two agents arrested or killed them, how could he fail to seize this golden opportunity, grateful? I went up to my room, lock the door ridiculous, lying on his back the small iron bed. out of the window or the roof of the usual and at six o'clock in the sun by cloud cover. this day neither warnings or omens, my implacable death day, just unbelievable. Although my father has passed away, although I was a kid in a symmetrical garden Haifeng stayed inside, do I have to die? then I think everything happens not earlier not later in the current fall to my head. Over the years very calm, but now something happens; sky, land and sea the number of thousands, really happens happens Madden goes on in my head hh horse wins intolerably surfaced in front of me, break me cranky. I hated afraid (I have deceived Richard Germany. Madden, on the gallows, he confessed to a fear of it does not matter), I knew that made a mess, Takeo smug know my master secret. for the British artillery bombardment Angke Lai location name. A bird streaked across the gray sky outside the window, I turned it into an airplane, then that airplane into many planes in the skies of France to drop the bomb, destroying artillery. my mouth being Before a bullet can shout this name to be heard in Germany the hh I can send the sound flesh was weak. how can it reach the ear? that sickly hate, knew nothing of Runeberg and me in Staffordshire, in the Berlin office block messages waiting to no avail so we endlessly read newspapers hh I have to run away, I shouted. I have no need to to quietly together, as if Madden has been peering at me. I could not help check the pocket items, maybe just no way to prove himself. I find things are expected. The American watch, nickel watch chain and square coin, tied to the home key chain Runeberg, now useless but can constitute evidence, a notebook, I see a destroyed immediately after the decision to the letter but not the destruction, fake passports, a gold coins of five shillings, two shillings and a few pennies, a red and blue pencil, a handkerchief and a revolver with a single bullet. I ridiculous to take up guns in the hands of Dian Dian, for your courage. I am fuzzy to think that guns can be a great distance. not ten minutes, my plan is considered mature. telephone book gave me the name of a person, only he can for me passing on the information: He lives in Fenton suburbs, less than half an hour away by train.
① downright absurd assumptions. Prussian spy Hans. pull the Nasdaq, alias Victor. Runeberg, attacked with automatic pistol holder Richard came to arrest him de. Madden captain. the latter for self-defense, injuring Runeberg, led to his death. mm of the original Note to editors
I am a timid person. I might say, because I have implemented a no one will say is a risky plan. I know that the implementation process is terrible. No, I'm not doing for Germany. I do not care that I degenerated into a barbarous country is a spy. In addition, I met an Englishman mm mm a humble man to me no less than Goethe. I speak with him for less than an hour, but during that hour the middle, he was Goethe hh I did it because I I think the head of this race of people look down on look down on me mm together numerous predecessors. I want to prove that a yellow man he could save his army. In addition, I want to escape the captain's palm. He could always knock on my door , called my name. I quietly dressed, in the mirror I said goodbye, went downstairs and look at the quiet streets, and went out. station was not far, but I think that was a ride with properly . The reason is to reduce the risk of being recognized; the fact that in the deserted street, I felt conspicuous and vulnerable. I remember I told the driver to stop at the station entrance. I lounged under the car, I'm going to the place of the Ash Grove Village, but bought a ticket for a station in another. The train would leave open: eight fifty. I've got the next nine trip half drive. Few people on the platform. I see a few cars: There are some farmers, a mourning woman, a dedicated Taxi Lun looking at the soldiers. train finally running. I know a man ran hastily, has tracked the end of the platform, but one step too late. is Richard. Madden captain. I Shattered, trembling, to escape the terrible window, reduction in corner of the seat. I have sadly become a self-deprecating pride. I thought my fight has already begun, even though the first to forty minutes depends on luck, escaped the opponent's attack, and I won the first round. I think that A small victory prefigured a total success. I want to win not so trivial, if not the train schedule the first to give me a valuable, I already be in prison or dead. I am not without sophistry to think I proved that I can smooth cowardly completed venture. I have learned from the cowardice at a critical moment not abandoned my strength. I expect more and more people succumb to the vicious things; or how long the whole world is all-Takeo and a robber; I want to advise them is: do the heinous things people should be assumed that the matter has been completed, should be in the future as irrevocable as the past. I was doing, and I regard myself as already dead, cold watch that day, might be the last day of the dead and the coming of night. trains on either side of the (wood ash) tree slowly running. like the wilderness in the desolate place to stop. no name of a station. is the Ash Grove husband? I asked a few children on the platform. Ash Grove, they said. I got out.
① Tacitus (55? m120?), Roman history writers. handed down works except ) between the things.
the platform has a lighting, but the kids face in shadow. One child asked me: Are you going to Stephen. Dr. Albert home? another child is not so I answered and said: his family far away from here, but you take the left that way, go visit every intersection turn left, do not miss it. I gave them a coin (my last one ), down some stone steps and onto the piece of secluded road. way slowly downhill. is a dirt road, lined with trees, branches in over phase, low and round moon as if to keep me company.
a while for me to Richard. Madden in some way have my desperate plan. but I now and understand that it is not possible. kid told me to always to the left, so I think that is the center of the maze to find some of the practices of the yard. I know something about labyrinths: I am indeed the great-grandson of imports Peng, Peng imports is the Governor of Yunnan, he resigned Gaoguanhoulu, wants to write a ratio of novel with more characters, build a maze of everyone to get out. He took the work of these numerous and ten years time, but a person outside of his assassination, his novel was like a bible, he is also the labyrinth No one found. I think the tree in the UK that lost maze: I imagined it peaks in a secret intact, was buried or flooded rice fields under water, I imagined it infinite, not only are some octagonal pavilion and the intricate pathways, but also of rivers, provinces and kingdoms hh I imagine a maze of mazes, a complex, ever growing maze which include past and future, in a sense, even involve other planet. I was in my imagination in this fantasy, forget their own position being sought. In an undetermined period of time, I felt like I understood the abstract of this world. ambiguous and dynamic field, the moon, the evening time , and the easy downhill, which made me Baigan arisen. evening intimate and infinite. The road kept descending, diverge in the two fuzzy grass. while the music of the Qing Yue cadence, wind drift, near or far , through foliage and distance. I thought that a person can become someone else's enemies, enemies become someone else for a period, but not as a region, fireflies, words, gardens, water and wind enemies. I thought so to to a rusty iron gate. from the railing I could see a poplar trees and a pavilion-like building. I suddenly realized two things, the first trivial, the second almost incredible; music came from pavilion, is the music. Because of this, I do not listen carefully to accept it. I do not remember whether there was a bell, or am I clapping Mengen. like sparks darting like music did not stop.
However, a lantern out from the depths of the house, and gradually approached: a lantern on a white drum, and sometimes blocked by tree trunks. to mention a tall lantern. As the light shining, I could not see his face. He opened the gate, leisurely Chinese said to me:
I somehow went on to say:
ancestor Peng imports garden. to a library filled with books from East and West. I recognized bound in yellow silk several volumes of manuscripts used, it is never printed in the Ming Dynasty, compiled by the Third Emperor, The record was spinning, next to a bronze phoenix. I remember a red ceramic vase, as well as an early centuries of blue porcelain, it is our craftsmen to imitate the works of Persian pottery workers hh
Stephen. Albert smiled and looked at me. I have said, he was tall, chiseled, gray eyes, gray beard. He looked a bit like a priest, and a bit like a sailor; Later, he told me, Richard. Madden, could not here. my irrevocable decision could wait.
Governor, proficient in astronomy, astrology, classical interpretation assessment, chess, and a famous poet and calligrapher: he abandoned all of this, to write books, build a maze. Guanjue he abandoned the hot position of the United States Stepford Wives concubine, Sheng Xiqiong banquets, and even abandoned the scholarship, the virtual fast next ten years could not close the doors. his death, his heirs found only a mess of the manuscript. you probably know, he burned the house of the manuscript should; but the executor a Taoist or Buddhist monk mm executors insisted mm print and publish. is a compilation of a bunch of contradictory drafts. I read once: the hero dies in the third chapter, the fourth he is alive. As for imports, another work of Peng, built in the maze hh > a symbol of the labyrinth, . Peng imports once said: write a novel after I retire. Another said: I am retired after a maze. people thought it was two things; no one realized that the book and the labyrinth were one. Ming virtual While fasting can be said to be built in a very intricate garden center; the fact that people think of a maze. Peng imports dead; in the vast lands, no one could find the maze. two cases made me straightforward solution to this problem. First, Peng imports on plans to build a maze of endless strange absolute legend. Second, I found fragments of a letter. open that has been black and gilded cabinets, back to me a few seconds long. He returned his hand a box of tissue, the original red had faded pink. Peng imports hand good character deserved reputation. I look at me, but without understanding a ancestors with tiny words written in lower case: Garden of Forking Paths I will leave to various future generations (not all future generations). I quietly pulled the paper back to Albert. He went on to say:
and the first page of similarity possible continuing indefinitely. I also think of the Arabian Nights in the middle of the night ① Hill Luzuo De Queen (due to the negligence of the mysterious scribe) began verbatim narrative Arabian Nights story, with the risk and return to her about that night, and thus on to infinity. I think of oral literature, dictated his son, from generation to generation, each adding a new storyteller on a new chapter or section of his elders reverently. I devote themselves to pondering these assumptions; but with contradictory chapters Pang how imports are also not on the number. is when I am confused, Oxford, send me you see manuscript. It is natural, I noticed this sentence: Garden of Forking Paths I leave to various future generations (not all future generations). I suddenly realized almost on the spot; Garden of Forking Paths was the chaotic novel; several generations (Not all generations) this sentence is revealed to me the image of the bifurcation of time rather than space. I Rereading that works, confirming the theory. In all fiction, when a man is facing several different options, he chooses one of the others; Peng imports in the intricate novel, the hero has chosen all the possibilities. This way, it creates various futures, various times , derived endless, leaves Fenpi. novel result from the contradictions. For example, Fang has a secret; a stranger came to the door; side his mind to kill him. It is natural, there are several possible outcomes: Fang can kill the intruder can kill, they probably are safe, or it may have died, and so on. Peng imports in the work, all the outcomes are; each outcome is a starting point for other bifurcations. Sometimes, the maze of trails converge: the example, you come here, but one possible in the past, you are my enemy, in another period of the past, and you are my friend. If you can endure my bad downright pronunciation, we may wish to read a few pages. to kill, after a day marry a girl that killed the next morning. the prime minister's daughter, Shan Lu Zuode to save the innocent women, voluntary marry the king, story-telling night, causing the King interest, from the killings. She The story of the Thousand and One Nights.
in bright light, his face is undoubtedly an old man's face, but there is a firm, or even look immortal. He read slowly and accurately Two writing the same chapter. First, an army into battle over the hills; hardship-stricken mountain march them at life, which easily won the battle; second, with an army through a feast of the palace is, delighted to continue fighting like a banquet, and they won the victory. I listened with reverence of these ancient stories, more so I think the story is amazing people are my ancestors, for me the story of restitution Empire is a distant person, the time in a desperate adventure, on location is a Western island. I still remember the final words, like, like a secret command to be repeated in each version: the heroes fight like , tranquil heart and fearless, extremely sharp sword in the hands of the copper, just to kill to dying.
From that moment, I feel deep in my body around and have a kind of invisible, intangible agitation. not those who separate ways dart, and parallel, and finally converging armies of the agitation, but an even more difficult to master, more hidden, has been shown that pre-excited forces. Stephen. Albert went on to say: < br> genre; time is not considered registered Taiga. Peng imports is a talented novelist, but also a writer, he would not think they just write novels. and his contemporaries recognized his metaphysics and mysticism preference, his life has fully confirmed this. Philosophy of space occupied many of his novels. I know, the problem is his unfathomable time is most concerned about, the most focused issues. However, this problem. or even the time r l have not used the word. you have to explain how this deliberate avoidance? finally said:

the word. To eliminate a word, the use of clumsy metaphor, it is obvious paraphrases, is perhaps the best way to pick out the riddle. Peng imports tireless in his writing the novel, each a turn to use the roundabout way. I checked hundreds of manuscripts, exploration is a scribe's omission errors, guess the intention of clutter, restore, or I think that restored the original order, the translation of the entire work; but never found the time where r l used the word . Obviously, Garden of Forking Paths is the eyes of the universe Peng imports incomplete yet not false, image. your ancestors and Newton, Schopenhauer different places that he thinks that time is not absolute and uniform. He believed in in an infinite series of diverging, converging and parallel times woven into a growing, complex network. approach one another, bifurcate, intersect, or interfere with each other the time is always woven into the network contains all the possibilities. in Most of the time, we do not exist; in some time, have you and not me; in other time, there I am without you; again some time, you and I exist. at this moment, chance to you have come to present; in another, you pass through the garden, I found my dead; and then in another moment, I say these words, but I was a mistake, it is a ghost. all of them, Time is forever dividing, leading to countless future. at some point in the future, I can be your enemy. invisible people. Those were Albert and I, hidden in other dimensions of time, busy and varied. I lifted my eyes, that the short nightmare dissipated. Yellow and black color of the garden there was only one person, but that was as strong as a statue, walking up the path, he is Richard. Madden Captain.
; But I am your friend. I also see that letter for me? towards me. I had the revolver ready. I am particularly careful to pull the trigger: Albert fell down, no hum hum. I'm sure he is immediately killed, is sudden death.
the rest was nothing , as if a dream. Madden broke in, arrested me. I was sentenced to death by hanging. My bad to the victory: I have to be attacked secret name of the city of Berlin. Yesterday they bombed; I seen in the newspaper. newspaper there a message that the famous scholar Stephen. Albert by a stranger who called the assassination of more than his death registration, assassinations, unmotivated, out of a mystery to the British. Berlin, head of the broken this mystery. He knew when the war-torn that I can not informed of the name of the city called Albert, in addition to killing a man outside called that name, not find any other way. He does not know (who are not may know) my infinite regret and weariness.
Book of Sand Borges
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George. Herbert ①
① Herbert (1593m1633 ), British metaphysical poet and clergyman. a collection of poems, series of dots; numerous lines form the surface; the formation of numerous surface volume; large volume of the volume include numerous hh No, these geometry concepts begin my story is definitely not the best way. Nowadays people talk about fiction always stated that it true; but I do not leave the story a little.
I am single living in a house Belgrano Street, fourth floor. One evening a few months ago, I heard there are peeling door pecking sound. I opened the door, a stranger came. He was tall, face blurred. Maybe I'm myopic, to see clearly. he looks neat, but revealed an shabby.
he a gray dress, carrying a small gray box. Zhayi met, I think he is a foreigner. at the beginning I think he getting on in years; later found not the case, but his Scandinavian people like sparse, almost bleached blond hair gave me the wrong impression. we talk less than an hour from the conversation I knew he was Ehud Qatar ① Islanders.
① Orca of Scotland north of the islands, the largest of which is Meiyin Lan island, its capital is Kirkwall.
I asked him to sit down. After a child before the man speak. He exudes the breath of sadness, like I am now.
①, including the first John. Wycliffe ② version. I have Cipriano. De Valera Spanish version of Luther's German, from a literary point of view, is the worst, but also Wu Er Jiata a Latin version. You see, I've no shortage of volume, this is the former Jewish Ogilvy is equal to 1380 according to Wu Er Jiata Look at another holy book, you may find interesting. I was in the vicinity of Bikaner ① get the. > He opened the suitcase, put the book on the table. That is the size of an octavo, cloth hardcover book. Obviously people have read before. I get up and look; unusual weight surprised me. spine printed above is crowded. page top corner with Arabic numerals. page caught my attention to the arrangement, for example, every two-page printed is 40,514, next is 999. I checked the page, the page number on the back there are eight number. like a dictionary, as well as illustration: drawing of the anchor of a pen, brush awkwardly, as if a child painting.
time, the stranger said to me:
Less than a. I have to cover a bewildered, asked:
a secret is revealed to me like a low voice said:
book as a talisman. He belongs to the lower caste; who is stepping on his shadow are considered to be unlucky. He told me his book called the end. . as if from the book came out of.
page. I do not understand why the code to use this absurd way. maybe just to show an infinite series to allow the emergence of any number. > ;
I persuaded him that nothing can blame their place, and asked him if he passed here. He said, intend to return home a few days. At that time I knew he was Scottish Orr Qatar Islands people. I said Stevenson and Hume out of love, I have a special impression on Scotland.
that the infinite book. I pretended not interested, asked him:
he said, opened a high price.
I honestly told him that I can not afford the money. like a few minutes later, I had way.
said. The Bible open book pages, enjoy the cover.
determined to sell the book. He took the money, not a few to a few close up.
we talk about India, the Orr Islands and Qatar, where the Norwegian leader ruled. That is the night when people leave. later I never saw him, did not know his name.
I had wanted to book it on the sand Version Wycliffe incomplete in a set of mask. corner there is a number, and now can not remember how much power anyway, as large as nine.
I do not show this to anyone, baby. With the possession of happiness it is afraid of him came to be steal away, and then worried that it does not really unlimited. I was solitary by nature, which makes me even more unusual two-tier concerns. I have a few friends; are not contacts. I was a captive of the book, almost no streets. I used a magnifying glass side of the spine and cover wear check, eliminating the possibility of forgery. I found that there is one every two thousand small illustrations. I use a notebook with letters indexed copy them down. notebook soon to run out. illustrators not a repeat. night, I mostly sleep, and occasionally fall asleep to dream of that book.
summer drawing to an end, I learned to that book is a terrible monster. I imagine myself as a monster: a large brass bell with open eyes staring at it, poked fingers with claws out of it, but to no avail. I think it is the root of all the troubles, is a slander and discredit the reality of the dirty stuff.
I want it burned, but the fear of an infinite book burning are endless, so that the whole earth foul.
I think someone wrote this sentence: The best hiding place of a leaf is the woods. I retired before the collection has nine hundred thousand of the National Library of office; I know there was a curved right side of the hall stairs leading to the basement, the basement storage of newspapers and maps. I take the opportunity when the staff do not pay attention to that book of the sand secretly on a dark shelf. I tried not to remember which layer of the shelf, how far away from the door.
I feel my heart at ease a little bit, since I could not even have libraries where the Mexican Street do not want to go.
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