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The Garden of Forking Paths
I carried out my plan because I felt the Chief had some fear of those of my race, of those uncountable forebears whose culmination lies in me. This may have suggested the idea of a physical maze. In Ts’ui Pen’s work, all the possible solutions occur, each one being the point of departure for other bifurcations.
There are countless men in the air, on land and at sea, and all that really happens happens to me.
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This web of time – the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore each other through the centuries – embraces every possibility. Spy fictionwar fiction. That is, we are reading a report not a verbatim quotation of an fogking account.
Absurdly I held it and weighed it in my hand, to give myself courage.
The answer flares up among his wandering reflections, and in ten minutes he has perfected a plan. In contrast to Newton and Schopenhauer, your ancestor did not believe in a uniform, absolute time. Differing from Newton and Schopenhauer, your ancestor did not think of time as absolute and uniform. For a moment his back was again turned to me. Doctor Tsun is certain that his own arrest is next. The Garden of Forking Paths was the chaotic novel itself. The final paragraph does indeed synopsize the plot of the story: The rules of the game forbid the use of the word itself.
He believed in an infinite series of times, in a dizzily growing, ever spreading network of diverging, converging and parallel times. I thought of a labyrinth of labyrinths, of one sinuous spreading labyrinth that would encompass the past and the future. The book is a shapeless mass of contradictory rough drafts. He considers the Englishman Albert, whom he killed, a Goethe.
A volume whose last page would be the same as the first and so have the possibility of continuing indefinitely. Taking his few possessions, Tsun boards a train to the village of Ashgrove. Further, the legitimate attribution at the end of the story to D.
If only my mouth, before a bullet shattered it, could cry out that secret name so it could be heard in Germany.
Doctor Tsun explains that his spying has never been for the sake of Imperial Germany, which he considers “a barbarous country”. A high-pitched and almost syllabic music kept coming and going, moving with the breeze, blurred by the leaves and by distance.
Retrieved from ” https: I imagined it untouched and perfect on the secret summit of some mountain; I imagined it drowned under rice paddies or tarden the sea; I imagined it infinite, made not only of eight-sided pavilions and of twisting paths but also of rivers, provinces and kingdoms But we have fallen too abruptly into the pit of the story where the secret borge time lies buried, hidden, and we must return to the beginning to attempt a more legitimate, more leisurely, entry.
It was that of Captain Richard Madden. In the midst of my hatred and terror now that it no longer matters to me to speak of terror, now that I have outwitted Richard Madden, now that my neck hankers for the hangman’s nooseI knew that the fast-moving and doubtless happy soldier did not suspect that I possessed the Secret – the name of the exact site of the new British artillery park on the Ancre.
We do not exist in the majority of these times; in some you exist, and not I; in others I, and not you; in others, both of us. The ear of that sick and hateful man who knew nothing of Runeberg or of me except that we were in Staffordshire.
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Note the familiar mythic-psychological tropes in the passage. How might I make it carry to the ear of the Chief?
After more than a hundred years most of the details are irrecoverable, lost beyond all recall, but it isn’t hard to patgs what must have happened. How could it reach the ear of the Chief?