—Do you remember the first day I went to your house after my mother’s death?
Buck Mulligan frowned quickly and said:
—What? Where? I can’t remember anything. I remember only ideas and sensations.
— Ulysses, James Joyce
I am not the first author of the narrative titled “The Library of Babel”; those curious to know its history and its prehistory may interrogate a certain page of Number 59 of the journal Sur, which records the heterogeneous names of Leucippis and Lasswitz, of Lewis Carroll and Aristotle.
— Jorge Luis Borges, in the Prologue to The Garden of Forking Paths.
Recognizes no taboos.
— 1914 manifesto of the English little magazine The Egoist, Edited by Harriet Shaw Weaver.
