The universal odour of bookshop, closed all night on the mildews of its ranked treasures, brought a past life before him – as is said to happen in drowning. But how, he wondered, entering and taking up a book, and even breathing it in to sustain remembrance, could one ever verify or explode the myth, except by drowning.

-Shirley Hazzard

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