Аннотация
Umberto Eco
The Mysterious Flame Of Queen Loana
English translation copyright © 2005 by Geoffrey Brock
Part One. THE INCIDENT
1. The Cruelest Month
"And what’s your name?"
"Wait, it’s on the tip of my tongue."
That is how it all began.
I felt as if I had awoke from a long sleep, and yet I was still suspended in a milky gray. Or else I was not awake, but dreaming. It was a strange dream, void of images, crowded with sounds. As if I could not see, but could hear voices that were telling me what I should have been seeing. And they were telling me that I could not see anything yet, only a haziness along the canals where the landscape dissolved. Bruges, I said to myself, I was in Bruges. Had I ever been to Bruges the Dead? Where fog hovers between the towers like incense dreaming? A gray city, sad as a tombstone with chrysanthemums, where mist hangs over the façades like tapestries.. .
My soul was wiping the st...
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