January 2003, New York Public Library – she was consulting some books she had been looking for for ages. Now she was there, the large room was filled with people and silence reigned as a benevolent king. Those were old books, from the 1910s and 1920s. They were small and consumed by time and yet they were so beautiful. Their pages were yellowish and, in some cases, eroded at the corners. She was checking out the spelling of some poems. And then it happened. A breakthrough. An illumination. It was unexpected and shocking. She felt like standing up and shouting her discovery to the world. She remained there as in trance. She was looking at the pages but could not see them. All around her, people were silent and busy reading their books.
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