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A Boarder in Babel
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47 A Boarder in Babel Mr. K. al ways came to visit my father ei ther very late or very early in the day. He al ways ar rived with a new book, a new doc u ment, a map; it was as if he pulled books out of his very self, from out of his body, from out of thin air. In his hands he al ways held the first book he wanted to show my father. Ab sorbed with the books, he did not pay at ten tion to any one until he en tered my father’s li brary. He would begin by tell ing my father of some great dis cov ery, as if he had found some val u able man u script from the lost con ti nent of At lan tis. When he worked at the uni ver sity, he would search with his stu dents for any books and for got ten doc u ments in their houses. When he left the uni ver sity, his faith ful stu dents con tin ued to bring him old, yel lowed doc u ments their par ents no longer wished to keep. Until his re tire ment he was al lowed to work in the In sti tute of Folk lore. He was given a small of fice, lo cated above the other rooms, a space under the roof between two slop ing walls that had been par ti tioned off just for him—a hang ing bower of Babel. When some one en tered this lit tle room, some one who did not know how to get through, books and papers fell every which way. Some one once told him that his books would squeeze him out of the room, and he re plied that such was his ideal, his ul ti mate dream. A new book was an oc ca sion for which Mr. K. could inter rupt my father’s work with out up set ting him. Once my father was inter rupted, it was dif fi cult for him to re turn to the thought that had oc curred to him while read ing. Mr. K. often whis pered to my father his pre dic tions about where dan ger would come from next. Their mu tual love of books, unique in our city, had created tre men dous trust between them. 48 Long into the night, while they worked out their daily strat egy for the sur vi val of their fam i lies, they would dis cover which way the wind was blow ing. At night, Mr. K. usu ally lis tened to and inter preted the news on the West ern radio sta tions, while my father lis tened to the East ern ones. On through the night until dawn they pieced to gether the truth from the two sources they had reached in de pen dently. The books gave them the strength to wait fully pre pared for any new ca pri cious blows of that Bal kan fate that could come from any where at any mo ment. Yes, the books guided their lives, and they them selves had to adapt so as not to end up as mis under stood Bal kan Don Quix otes, as Bou vard and Pé cu chet. ...