Several weeks ago, it is hard to tell now whether\u00a0this is a faded memory or dream, I found myself in a thrift store. It was Friday afternoon and I had decided to surprise my wife by bringing home some Thai food. I was\u00a0killing some time while I waited for the take-out to be prepared by the restaurant next door.\u00a0\u00a0 The thrift-store\u00a0\u00a0had all kinds of second hand stuff: clothes, furniture, dishes, but I was attracted to the used book section.<\/p>\n
A slim volume with a familiar cover caught my eye. It was a collection of short stories by the famous Argentine write Jorge Luis Borges<\/a>. When I was an undergrad I was really impressed with Borges, as well as anyone should be. His short stories were clever, erudite, and in every sense of the word, fantastic<\/em>. I bought the book for fifty cents, got the Thai food and went home.<\/p>\n Later that evening, I ate a Thai-roll and bowl of ice cream. In moments, the pain in my mid-chest was excruciating. I went to the emergency room and spent\u00a0a week in the hospital waiting to have surgery. Never mix Thai-rolls and ice cream.<\/p>\n A week later, I was home recuperating. A slim volume with a familiar cover caught my eye. It was a collection of short stories by the famous Argentine write Jorge Luis Borges…<\/p>\n Continued at Borges, Asimov, Ice Cream and Thai Rolls Part I<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n copyright 2014 Magnus Incognito<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Several weeks ago, it is hard to tell now whether\u00a0this is a faded memory or dream, I found myself in a thrift store. It was Friday afternoon and I had decided to surprise my wife by bringing home some Thai … Continue reading