GALADHARAGARGITAGHOSHASUSVARA-NAKSHATRARAGASANKUSUMITABHIGNA.
Of course they all smelled the liquor on me and thought I was a nut but on seeing I knew what and how to ask for certain books they all went in back to huge dusty files and shelves as high as the roof and must’ve drawn up ladders high enough to make Finnegan fall again with an even bigger noise than the one in Finnegans Wake, this one being the noise of the name, the actual name the Indian Buddhists gave to the Tathagata or passer-through of the Aeon Priyadavsana more than Incalculable Aeons ago :–Here we go, Finn:–
GALADHARAGARGITAGHOSHASUSVARA-NAKSHATRARAGASANKUSUMITABHIGNA.
Now I mention this to show, that if I didnt know libraries, and specifically the greatest library in the world, the New York Public Library where I among a thousand other things actually copied down this long Sanskrit name exactly as it’s spelled, then why should I be regarded with suspicion in the Paris Library? Of course I’m not young any more and “smell of liquor” and even talk to interesting Jewish scholars in the library there (one Éli Flamand copying down notes for a history of Renaissance art and who kindly assisted me’s much’s he could), still I dont know, it seemed they really thought I was nuts when they saw what I asked for, which I copied from their incorrect and incomplete files, not fully what I showed you above about Pêre Anselme as written in the completely correct files of London, as I found later where the national records were not destroyed by fire, saw what I asked for, which did not conform to the actual titles of the old books they had in the back, and when they saw my name Kerouac but with a “Jack” in front of it, as tho I were a Johann Maria Philipp Frimont von Palota suddenly traveling from Staten Island to the Vienna library and signing my name on the call-cards Johnny Pelota and asking for Hergott’s Genealogia augustae gentis Habsburgicae (incomplete title) and my name not spelled “Palota,” as it should, just as my real name should be spelled “Kerouack,” but both old Johnny and me’ve been thru so many centuries of genealogical wars and crests and cockatoos and gules and jousts against Fitzwilliams, agh—
