Library
George has just found that the library of world was finite.
He has worked here since he was born, and he couldn’t remember anything about his parents, other people or librarians: he had once read from a book that the library of world contains over two million librarians so far, but he didn’t know neither when is “so far” nor where are librarians, so he hadn’t tried to communicate with anyone. The world of library was infinite, and the only thing he could do was read, for entertaining, for life and for survival as well. He learned from reading that ordinary librarians are in charge of maintaining order, but since there are no yelling kids or people stealing books here — and nobody else — he thought that he was not a librarian even.
On one Wednesday (defined by George himself), having an immersive reading of book On the effect of the period of the second line of Archilochus’ last poem: he was fascinated. He felt extremely curious about the poem and decided to use the searching method learned in the book The Truth of Library of World to find the “last poem”. He went to the Ancient Books Section, a huge distance from the modern section, and examined each book one by one for many months. After reading gossip and dazzling analyses again and again, he went complete burnout — even if he had the most powerful physical health he couldn’t bear reading so many useless opinions and conclusions. “Did the poem ever exist?” he raised (possibly the first) doubt about this library’s authority, but he tended to believe that the first book he’d read — the analysis of the period — was lying.
Regretting he hadn’t brought that book with him, he had to walk across another distant trip back to the place where he found the book. In Modern Analysis Section, George searched, failed, searched and failed again and finally concluded: the book On the ... Archilochus’ last poem has disappeared, replaced by The Eighth Organization of All Essay About On Whether the Disappeared Archilochus’ Last Poem Contains Metaphor of Rebellion to the Aristocracies. George wrote down his observation.
Later, as he read more, wrote more and understood more he couldn’t resist recording his observations. “The library, of our infinite world, is not infinite,” he indignantly wrote down, as some beliefs were cracked by himself, “the same things always replace each other, but the original disappeared in the first step.” He organized his findings into a report, On the Finitude of the Library, and deposited it into the Modern Innovation Section.
But on the second day, he found that the place where he put his book was occupied by an unfamiliar one Crazy Finding! The Library of World Eats Books! He took it down and threw it away. He decided to stop thinking anything from now, to avoid replacing something and to avoid being replaced by something.