These notes, which deal with the Paris arcades, were begun under the open sky—a cloudless blue which arced over the foliage—and yet are covered with centuries of dust from millions of leaves through which have blown the fresh breeze of diligence, the measured breath of the researcher, the squalls of youthful zeal, and the idle gusts of curiosity. For the painted summer sky that peers down from arcades in the reading room of the Paris National Library has stretched its dreamy, unlit ceiling over them. —Walter Benjamin

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打开我的图书馆：觉醒技巧的实验

这些关于巴黎拱廊的笔记是在开阔的天空下开始的——一种万里无云的蓝色在树叶上形成弧形——然而却被数百万片树叶上几个世纪的尘土所覆盖，这些尘土吹过勤劳的清新微风，研究员的气息，青春热情的狂风，以及好奇的闲散阵风。因为从巴黎国家图书馆阅览室的拱廊向下望去的彩绘夏日天空，将梦幻般的、没有灯光的天花板延伸到它们上面。——沃尔特·本杰明