The House of Asterion 
I know you accuse me of arrogance, and perhaps of misanthropy, or madness. These charges (which will punish in due time) are ridiculous. E vero che non esco di casa, ma è anche vero che le porte (il cui numero è infinito) 1 restano aperte giorno e notte agli uomini e agli animali. Entri chi vuole. Non troverà qui lussi donneschi ne' la splendida pompa dei palazzi, ma la quiete e la solitudine. E troverà una casa come non ce n'è altre sulla faccia della terra. (Mente chi afferma che in Egitto ce n'è una simile.) Perfino i miei calunniatori ammettono che nella casa non c'è un solo mobile. Un'altra menzogna ridicola è che io, Asterione, sia un prigioniero. Dovrò ripetere che non c'è una porta chiusa, e aggiungere che non c'è una sola serratura? D'altronde, una volta al calare del sole percorsi le strade; e se prima di night I returned, it was for fear that infuses the faces of the crowd, faces faded and flat, like an open hand. The sun had set, but the heartfelt cry of a child and the rude I said prayers for the flock had been recognized. The people prayed, fled, prostrated themselves, and some climbed on stylobate of the temple of the Axes, others gathered stones. Someone, I believe, sought refuge in the sea. Not for nothing that my mother was a queen, I can not mingle with the crowd, even if my modest wants.
The truth is that they are unique. I do not care what a man can be transmitted to other men as the philosopher, I think that nothing can be communicated through the art of writing. The annoying and trivial minutiae do not have shelter in my mind that it is liable only to the great, I could never remember the difference between one letter and another. Generous impatience has not permitted me to learn to read. Sometimes I regret, because the nights and days are long.
Of course, I do not miss distractions. As the ram rushes, I run the corridors of stone to fall to the ground in the grip of vertigo. I crouch in the shade of a tank at the corner of a hallway and play hide and seek. There are terraces which I let myself fall until I am bloody. At any moment I can pretend to be asleep, eyes closed and breath heavy (sometimes I fall asleep really, sometimes, when I open my eyes, the color of the day has changed).
But of all the games, I prefer that of another Asterion. I guess he comes to visit me and that I show him the house. With big bows, I tell him: "Now we go back to the first corner," or "now blossomed into another yard," or, "I told you I would have liked the water channel," or "Now you I see who has a tank filled with sand, "or" You'll see how it splits the cellar. " Sometimes I'm wrong, and we both laughed.
But I only imagined games, I have also meditated on the house. All parts of the house repeat, any place it and another place. There are a tank, a courtyard, a fountain, a barn, the stables are endless, fountains, courtyards, cisterns. The house is big as the world. However, by dint of a tanker along the courtyards and dusty corridors of gray stone, I reached the road and saw the temple of the Axes and the sea. Not included until a night vision revealed to me that even the seas and temples are endless. Everything there many times, countless times, only two things in the world seem to exist only once: above, the intricate sun; below, Asterion. Perhaps I have created the stars and the sun and this enormous house, but I can not remember.
Every nine year nine men entered the house, because I set them free from all evil. I hear their footsteps or their voice at the bottom of the stone galleries and I run joyfully to find them. The ceremony lasts a few minutes. They fall one after another, without that I-chi mac blood on their hands. Where did remain, and their bodies help distinguish one gallery from others. I do not know who they are, but I know that one of them prophesied, about to die, who would one day come my redeemer. Since then the loneliness I do not regret, because I know that my redeemer lives and one day rise from the dust. If my ear could hear all the noises of the world, I hear his footsteps. Take me to a place with fewer galleries and fewer doors What will my redeemer? Maybe it is a bull with a human face? Or will it be like me?
The morning sun shone on the bronze sword. There remained no trace of blood.
"Would you believe it, Ariadne?" said Theseus. "The Minotaur he has not nearly defended."
"The House of Asterion " in Aleph of JLBorges
" When you decide to do without it, one realizes how the air force us their limited perception of the existence, of how, as a convenient shortcut distances, eventually you cut everything, even the understanding of the world. We left Rome at sunset, dinner, sleep a little 'and the dawn was already in India. But a country is its diversity and a whole must also have time to prepare for the meeting, it must also make effort to enjoy the wins. Everything has become so easy today that you do not feel more pleasure at all. To understand something is a joy, but only if tied to an effort. So with the countries. Read a guide, jumping from one airport to another, is not the same slow, laborious acquisition - by osmosis, the humors of the earth which, by train, one is attaccati." 
