She thought of the thing she and Shift were looking for—a cipher key to a language capable of commanding nature, a kind of absolute book, one they had dreamed up out of their different personal needs, and which was probably no more real than the fictional absolute books she had written about in The Feverish Library: Casaubon’s Key to All the Mythologies; Lovecraft’s Necronomicon; and the ‘catalogue of catalogues’ Borges’s librarian wandered in search of in his youth.
