"There are many marvelous tales, untold, unwritten, never to be recorded or remembered, lost beyond all divining and all imagining, that sleep in the double silence of far-recessive time and space. The chronicles of Saturn, the archives of the moon in its prime, the legends of Antillia and Moaria..."
Clark Ashton Smith
Pen and ink sketch of the last sighting of the Library, The Levant, 1812.
|Things that are not
real must, by definition, be endlessly fascinating, unbearably
frightening, overwhelmingly important. The Library of the
it exists in the imaginings of Freud or undiscovered beneath the stone
images of Egypt (some of which sat staring at the first analyst as he
wrote), is the repository of unwritten texts. A survey,
discussion, meditation, -an indiscriminate midden of theories- concerning
these unreal books is entirely unnecessary, constitutionally incapable of
rigour or result.
But it just has to be done.