To say that Jorge Luis Borges was a librarian, of course, is like saying Wallace The concept Borges described in “The Garden of Forking Paths”—in several. Free summary and analysis of the events in Jorge Luis Borges’s The Garden of Forking Paths that won’t make you snore. We promise. Thus Borges’ “The Garden of Forking Paths” sets up a literary labyrinth, each path of which forks into another forking path until we are lost in a labyrinth of.

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He returned holding in his hand a piece of paper which had once been crimson but which had faded with the passage of time: At this point, I was sent from Oxford the manuscript you have just seen.

At first it broges a scholarly voice. The ear of that sick and hateful man who knew nothing of Runeberg or of me except that we were in Staffordshire. He believed in an infinite series of times, in a dizzily growing, ever spreading network of diverging, converging and parallel times. My voice, my human voice, was weak. It seemed to me that the dew-damp garden surrounding the house was infinitely saturated with invisible people.

The Garden of Forking Paths Quotes by Jorge Luis Borges

I got out with a painful and deliberate slowness. Madden, in self defense, had inflicted wounds of which the spy later died. The actual history what actually happened in the past has passed through several reiterations or translations—passing from life into history, then commentary, etc.

At the last possible moment before Madden breaks in, Yu Tsun takes out his revolver and fires, Albert falls dead—and the newspapers do the rest. Though trembling with gratitude at Albert’s revelation and in awe of his ancestor’s literary genius, Tsun glances up the path to see Captain Madden approaching the house.


If only my mouth, before it should be silenced by a bullet, could shout this name in such a way that pathss could be heard in Germany Thus we set out once again from the beginning —once again upon the very path we have been traversing, our sights set determinedly this time upon the ultimate revelation to be disclosed in the ultimate labyrinth.

I carried out my plan because I felt the Garxen had some fear of those of gardne race, of those uncountable forebears whose culmination lies in me. There was about him something borgs the priest, and something of the sailor. I can state categorically that not once has the word time been used in the whole book. The Garden of Forking Paths was the chaotic novel itself.

Such a publication was madness. I have communicated to Berlin the secret name of the city they must attack. He quickly recalled that forkingg a cafe on the Calle Brazil a few dozen feet from Yrigoyen’s house there was an enormous cat which allowed itself to be caressed borged if it were a disdainful divinity.

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After more than a hundred years most of the details are irrecoverable, lost beyond all recall, but it isn’t hard to image what must have happened. As noted above p.

Parallel Universes and the Deep Laws of the Cosmos. A bird streaked across the gray sky and blindly I translated it into an airplane and that airplane into many against the French sky annihilating the artillery station with vertical bombs. I wished to prove to him that a yellow man could save his armies.

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I argued that it was 2 not so trivial, that were it not for the precious accident of the train schedule, I would be in prison or dead. To eliminate a word completely, to refer to it by means of garcen phrases and obvious paraphrases, is perhaps the best way of drawing attention to it. They had never been printed.


I am withdrawing to construct a labyrinth. He lived in a suburb of Fenton, less than half an hour away by train.

Yesterday it was bombed. Furthermore, I knew an Englishman – a modest man – who, for me, is as great as Goethe. By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. I, a barbarous Englishman, have been given the key to this transparent mystery. The answer flares up among his wandering reflections, and in ten minutes he has perfected a plan.

The hazy and murmuring countryside, the moon, the decline of the evening, stirred within me. The New Media Reader. When we reached the house, we went into a library filled with books from both East and West.

The location of the artillery park was in Albert. I did not speak with him for more than an hour, but during ofrking time, he was Goethe. I have translated the whole work. In the present one, which a favorable fate has granted me, you have arrived at my house, in another, while crossing the garden you found me dead; in still another, I utter these same words, but I am a mistake, a ghost. How do you explain this voluntary omission? There is the familiar Borges tone: Sometimes the pathways of this labyrinth converge.

At a slight incline, the road ran downhill. For a few moments he turned his back to me.