borges-incarnation

When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation.

“How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!”

Lewis Carroll