The Man Who Discovers A

The Difficulties Which I Meet With In Order To Realize My Existence Are Precisely What Awaken And Mobilize My Activities, My Capacities.

We Have Not Reached Ethical Perfection In Hunting. One Never Achieves Perfection In Anything, And Perhaps It Exists Precisely So That One Can Never Achieve It. Its Purpose Is To Orient Our Conduct And To Allow Us To Measure The Progress Accomplished. In This Sense, The Advancement Achieved In The Ethics Of Hunting Is Undeniable.

Here, Then, Is The Point At Which I See The New Mission Of The Librarian Rise Up Incomparably Higher Than All Those Preceding. Up Until The Present, The Librarian Has Been Principally Occupied With The Book As A Thing, As A Material Object. From Now On He Must Give His Attention To The Book As A Living Function. He Must Become A Policeman, Master Of The Raging Book.

Our Firmest Convictions Are Apt To Be The Most Suspect; They Mark Our Limitations And Our Bounds. Life Is A Petty Thing Unless It Is Moved By The Indomitable Urge To Extend Its Boundaries.

To Be Free Means To Be Lacking In Constitutive Identity...