The library of babo(fool)
I have once arrived at the library of Babel, which he manages. He always quoted Borges and named his study after the name of his anthology, "Babel's Library." a. lange unt soehne on his wrist!
I have once arrived at the library of Babel, which he manages. He always quoted Borges as saying, and named his study after the name of Borges's anthology, "Babel's Library." On his wrist, a. lange unt soehne! was brilliant and hairy, and it looked good to see. He called me with an unknown pronunciation and beckoned me to sit in his noble chair. It was like a major league coach's signal to put my hands forward like a handshake and then immediately snap my hands to sit down. The gesture, which seemed to set up a large number of unspecified objects in front of me, was also a signal to let me know that I was wrong.
"Sien, Why don't you go on a date with me?"
I raised my wrist in front of him.
"Do it with your soehne."
I assumed that the man who had to date soehne! was furious at the moment's fighting atmosphere.a. lange unt soehne on his wrists! He got angry with him, so he formed a long black arm, and his white-gloved hand sprouted out, and started banging his desk about 180 frames. In surprise, I and soehne!man looked at a. lange unt soehne! on the sinne! He was still banging the desk with one hand, pointing to a watch on his wrist.
At that moment, the screen was darkened to black. In the center of the painting with the luxurious and meek decorations on the four corners, it was written in English, "There is no more time. You have to leave for Babel." At that moment, I noticed that my hands were moving automatically. I think so too. We raised our hands up to our heads and waved them like jazz hands. The screen was dark again, and in English, it said, "If you knew, leave quickly." It was that moment. Me and the Old Man were sucked into the clock.
I came into the clock. I began to hear the song. <nyanyanyanyanyanyanya>This song kept ringing in my ears, and it was disgusting. Babel's library is a space where books are stacked like a Babel Tower, with a cross-shaped path around the square in the center. Borges sat in the center of the square (probably his real name) and banged on a noble decorative cane.
"Listen to a. lange und soehne! The man wearing it may go"
Old Man and I were taken aback. In particular, the yangban began to cry, clasping his wrist as a precious watch he had bought with all his fortune. The cry was due first to meeting Borges, his star, and secondly to fear that his dear friend a. lange un soehne! would disappear.
"No, no! Me and a. lange un sohne!! are one body. Rather take my hand and let it go together."
"All right. Run out with that hand, a.lange und sohne!."
Borges once again slammed the noble wand.
Dark black again. It says <Yes, Your Highness!> in English, and then the screen switch again. Arrangements Goone! tried to run out while holding onto old man's arm with a white glove on his face with a full face. He used all his strength on his face and turned his face into a steamy kettle. Maybe his efforts started working, but his hand slowly began to tear.
After all this was torn off, a.lange un soehne! blew a triumphant whistle. Then, with the torn live-action wrist and two fingers crossed for the animation a.lange un soehne!, escaped into Borges' arms. Borges elevated them and crowned them his own pets. The hand of a.lange unsoehne! being stroked in his arms and the hand are now one body. He will never fall again.
2D a. langeunt soehne! used her white-gloved hands to pat and hug her in 3D with a soft, calm look on her face. In the background, hearts began to gather from the edge to the center, surrounding them. And fade dark black.
fin.