The Language of the Desert

Maurice Blanchot, “Death of the Last Writer,” The Book to Come

There is, in every well-made Library, a Hell where live the books that must not be read. But there is, in each great book, another hell, a center of unreadability where the entrenched force of this language that is not a language, fresh breath of eternal rehashing, watches and waits.

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