The impious maintain that nonsense is normal in the Library and that the
reasonable (and even humble and pure coherence) is an almost miraculous
exception. They speak (I know) of the "feverish Library whose chance volumes
are constantly in danger of changing into others and affirm, negate and confuse
everything like a delirious divinity." These words, which not only denounce the
disorder but exemplify it as well, notoriously prove their authors' abominable
taste and desperate ignorance. In truth, the Library includes all verbal structures,
all variations permitted by the twenty-five orthographical symbols, but not a single
example of absolute nonsense. It is useless to observe that the best
volume of the many hexagons under my administration is entitled The Combed
Thunderclap and another The Plaster Cramp and another Axaxaxas mlo.