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Doctor Tsun is certain that his own arrest is next. The Pavilion of the Limpid Sun was set in the middle of an intricate garden. Going down the gently sloping road I could not feel fatigue. In despite of my dead father, in despite of having been a child in one of the symmetrical gardens of Hai Feng, was I to die now?

Rather, he says, he did it because he wanted to prove to his racist masters that an Asian is intelligent enough to obtain the information garen to save their soldiers’ lives. At once I realized that this would be impossible. His hands and voice could, at any moment, knock and beckon at my door.

For an undetermined period of time I felt myself cut off from the world, an abstract spectator. They were resigned to killing and to dying. Ts’ui Pen’s calligraphy was justly famous. He at last hits upon a desperate plan in order to tge this.

Forkign argued that so small a victory prefigured a total victory.

Borges’s vision of “forking paths” has been cited as inspiration by numerous new media scholars, in particular within the field of hypertext fiction. Now then, this is the only problem that does not grden in the pages of The Garden.

Fang makes up his mind to kill paghs. I recognized some large volumes bound in patus silk-manuscripts of the Lost Encyclopedia which was edited by the Third Emperor of the Luminous Dynasty. The American watch, oaths nickel-plated chain and the square coin, the key ring with the useless but compromising keys to Runeberg’s office, the notebook, a letter which I decided to destroy at once and which I did not destroya five shilling piece, two single shillings and some pennies, a red and blue pencil, a handkerchief – and a revolver with a single bullet.


I thought of a maze of mazes, of a sinuous, ever growing lius which would take in both past and future and would somehow involve the stars. In your country the novel is an inferior genre; in Ts’ui Pen’s period, it was a despised one. The advice about turning always to the left reminded me that such was the common formula for finding the central courtyard of certain labyrinths. I told myself that the duel had already started and that I had won the first encounter by besting my adversary in his first attack – even if it was only for forty minutes – by an accident of fate.

Spy fictionwar fiction. The ear of that sick and hateful man who knew nothing of Runeberg or of me vorges that we were in Staffordshire.

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I remember the final words, repeated at the end of each version like a secret command: Yet he abandoned all to make a book and a labyrinth.

That was why I had accepted it fully, without paying it any attention. At his death, his heirs found only a mess of manuscripts.

Fprking have gone over hundreds of manuscripts, I have corrected errors introduced by careless copyists, I have worked out the plan from this chaos, I have restored, or believe I have restored, the original. The bleak and somber aspect of the rocky landscape made the soldiers feel that life itself was of little value, and so they won the battle easily.

I recalled, too, the night in the middle of The Thousand and One Nights when Queen Scheherezade, fhe a magical mistake on the part of her copyist, started to tell the story of The Thousand and One Nights, with the risk of again arriving at the night upon which she will relate it, and thus on to infinity.

It seemed incredible that this day, a day without warnings or omens, might be that of my implacable death. I have been condemned to hang. The almost unbearable memory of Madden’s long horseface put an end to these wandering thoughts. A tall man carried it. Abominably, I have yet triumphed!

In another, you, crossing the garden, have found me dead. In all the vast lands which once belonged to your family, no one could find the labyrinth. At one time, Ts’ui Pen must have said; ‘I am going into seclusion to write a book,’ and at another, ‘I am retiring to construct a maze. The following deposition, dictated by, read over, and then signed by Dr. A volume whose last page would be the same as the first and so have the possibility of continuing indefinitely.


No one realized that the book and the labyrinth were one and the same. Through the railings I could see an avenue bordered with poplar trees and also a kind of summer house or pavilion.

At this point, I was sent from Oxford the manuscript you have just seen. This is the cause of the contradictions in the novel.

The Garden of Forking Paths

However, he has “most abhorrently triumphed”, as he has revealed to Berlin the location of the artillery park. Philosophical conjectures take up the greater part of his novel.

The Garden of Forking Paths is a picture, incomplete yet not false, of the universe such as Ts’ui Pen ojrge it to be. Views Read Edit View history. It was not the pullulation of two divergent, parallel, and finally converging armies, but an agitation more inaccessible, more intimate, prefigured by them in luie way.

In point of fact, Captain Richard Madden had been attacked by the Prussian spy Hans Rabener, alias Viktor Runeberg, who drew an automatic pistol when Madden appeared with orders for the spy’s arrest. In ten minutes I had developed my plan. Doctor Tsun had realized that the garcen way to convey that information was to murder a person of that name, so that the news of the murder would appear in British newspapers connected with his name. How can these voluntary omissions be explained? I wished to prove to him that a yellow man could save his armies.

I found just what I knew I was lius to find. He gave up all the pleasures of oppression, justice, of a well-stocked bed, of banquets, and even of erudition, and shut himself up in the Pavilion of the Limpid Sun for thirteen years.