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disappeared—taking Abbé Vallet's book, not out of spite, but because of the A scholar—whom I prefer not to name—later assured me that (and he quoted. THE NAME OF THE ROSE UMBERTO ECO Translated from the Italian by William Weaver A Warner Communications Company. 2. Umberto Eco — THE NAME. Umberto Eco's novel The Name of the Rose portrays a library, which is designed as a labyrinth and has a mysterious feel. This library.

And I know that he can impel his victims to do evil in such a way that the blame falls on a righteous man, and the Evil One rejoices then as the righteous man is burned in the place of his succubus. And it was fortunate that, since it was a very clear winter morning, I did not first see the building as it appears on stormy days. The rhizome is, in fact, a potentially infinite structure subjected to conflict: Thus in five German princes in Frankfurt elected Louis the Bavarian supreme ruler of the empire. And praised be our Creator who, as the Scriptures say, has decreed all things in number, weight, and measure. In the darkness, immediately after lauds, we heard Mass in a village in the valley. But since they are helpful in orienting the reader, and since this usage is also not unknown to much of the vernacular literature of the period, I did not feel it necessary to eliminate them.

Local encyclopedias of The Name of the Rose in order to produce or to interpret texts we need to take into account only portions of this immense knowledge: The rhizome does not exclude new correlations and thus new possibilities of meaning: The rhizome is, in fact, a potentially infinite structure subjected to conflict: This demonstrates that the rhizomatic structure of the encyclopedia is always unstable.

Semiotics of Literature specific context, every sign as well as every text or every complex cor- pus of texts activates only portions of encyclopedic knowledge.

These local representations differ from the global encyclopedia since they are governed by a hierarchical principle that establishes its degree of internal consistency. The global encyclopedia articulates local portions that reflect the knowledge of a specific culture of a given age. These historical encyclo- pedias have a hierarchical nature and are able to assume a system cer- tainty. The universal principles of this kind of a priori are, therefore, not eternal but historical truths, which make some pieces of encyclopedic knowledge look necessary and universal in the background of the cul- ture of a specific epoch eco Therefore, every hierarchy of the encyclopedia is provisional and, under particular conditions, can ger- minate in new rhizomes.

Under these epistemic conditions, knowledge is organized around the official christian doctrine. Semiotics of Literature zation of knowledge, anticipating the Galilean episteme that rejects the principle of authority and introduces the scientific method: Thus, laughter contradicts the episteme according to which natural language reflects reality in accordance with a religious dogma.

The Hidden Encyclopedia an unanswered question still remains. Why do we need to study the global encyclopedia instead of its local representations governed by the historical a priori? This fact should not be surprising since the encyclopedic nets inform us of things and events that we did not directly experience; indeed, for instance, although a testimony of unicorns does not exist, everyone could give a description of them. This fact provokes a particular paradox: References deleUZe, Gilles.

Capitalism and schizophrenia, english trans. Semiotics of Literature La struttura assente milano: The Name of the Rose, english trans.

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The order of things: Vintage book, The archeology of Knowledge, english trans. La semantica del linguaggio verbale roma: I transcribe my text with no concern for timeliness. Now, after ten years or more, the man of letters restored to his loftiest dignity can happily write out of pure love of writing.

And so I now feel free to tell, for sheer narrative pleasure, the story of Adso of Melk, and I am comforted and consoled in finding it immeasurably remote in time now that the waking of reason has dispelled all the monsters that its sleep had generated , gloriously lacking in any relevance for our day, atemporally alien to our hopes and our certainties.

In omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro. The subtitles, in the third person, were probably added by Vallet. But since they are helpful in orienting the reader, and since this usage is also not unknown to much of the vernacular literature of the period, I did not feel it necessary to eliminate them.

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Nevertheless, as a guide to the reader, the following schedule is, I believe, credible. Noon in a monastery where the monks did not work in the fields, it was also the hour of the midday meal in winter.

The calculation is based on the fact that in northern Italy at the end of November, the sun rises around 7: This was beginning with God and the duty of every faithful monk would be to repeat every day with chanting humility the one never-changing event whose incontrovertible truth can be asserted.

But we see now through a glass darkly, and the truth, before it is revealed to all, face to face, we see in fragments alas, how illegible in the error of the world, so we must spell out its faithful signals even when they seem obscure to us and as if amalgamated with a will wholly bent on evil.

May the Lord grant me the grace to be the transparent witness of the occurrences that took place in the abbey whose name it is only right and pious now to omit, toward the end of the year of our Lord , when the Emperor Louis came down into Italy to restore the dignity of the Holy Roman Empire, in keeping with the designs of the Almighty and to the confusion of the wicked usurper, simoniac, and heresiarch who in Avignon brought shame on the holy name of the apostle I refer to the sinful soul of Jacques of Cahors, whom the impious revered as John XXII.

Perhaps, to make more comprehensible the events in which I found myself involved, I should recall what was happening in those last years of the century, as I understood it then, living through it, and as I remember it now, complemented by other stories I heard afterward—if my memory still proves capable of connecting the threads of happenings so many and confused.

In the early years of that century Pope Clement V had moved the apostolic seat to Avignon, leaving Rome prey to the ambitions of the local overlords: Ecclesiastics, eluding secular jurisdiction, commanded groups of malefactors and robbed, sword in hand, transgressing and organizing evil commerce. How was it possible to prevent the Caput Mundi from becoming again, and rightly, the goal of the man who wanted to assume the crown of the Holy Roman Empire and restore the dignity of that temporal dominion that had belonged to the Caesars?

Thus in five German princes in Frankfurt elected Louis the Bavarian supreme ruler of the empire.

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But that same day, on the opposite shore of the Main, the Count Palatine of the Rhine and the Archbishop of Cologne elected Frederick of Austria to the same high rank. Two emperors for a single throne and a single pope for two: Two years later, in Avignon, the new Pope was elected, Jacques of Cahors, an old man of seventy-two who took, as I have said, the name of John XXII, and heaven grant that no pontiff take again a name now so distasteful to the righteous.

A Frenchman, devoted to the King of France the men of that corrupt land are always inclined to foster the interests of their own people, and are unable to look upon the whole world as their spiritual home , he had supported Philip the Fair against the Knights Templars, whom the King accused I believe unjustly of the most shameful crimes so that he could seize their possessions with the complicity of that renegade ecclesiastic.

In Louis the Bavarian defeated his rival Frederick. Fearing a single emperor even more than he had feared two, John excommunicated the victor, who in return denounced the Pope as a heretic. I must also recall how, that very year, the chapter of the Franciscans was convened in Perugia, and the minister general, Michael of Cesena, accepting the entreaties of the Spirituals of whom I will have occasion to speak , proclaimed as a matter of faith and doctrine the poverty of Christ, who, if he owned something with his apostles, possessed it only as usus facti.

A worthy resolution, meant to safeguard the virtue and purity of the order, it highly displeased the Pope, who perhaps discerned in it a principle that would jeopardize the very claims that he, as head of the church, had made, denying the empire the right to elect bishops, and asserting on the contrary that the papal throne had the right to invest the emperor.

Moved by these or other reasons, John condemned the Franciscan propositions in with the decretal Cum inter nonnullos. By affirming the poverty of Christ, they were somehow strengthening the ideas of the imperial theologians, namely Marsilius of Padua and John of Jandun.

And finally, not many months before the events I am narrating, Louis came to an agreement with the defeated Frederick, descended into Italy, and was crowned in Milan. He thought it wise to take me with him so that I might know the wonders of Italy and be present when the Emperor was crowned in Rome.

But the siege of Pisa then absorbed him in military concerns. Left to myself, I roamed among the cities of Tuscany, partly out of idleness and partly out of a desire to learn. But this undisciplined freedom, my parents thought, was not suitable for an adolescent devoted to a contemplative life. And on the advice of Marsilius, who had taken a liking to me, they decided to place me under the direction of a learned Franciscan, Brother William of Baskerville, about to undertake a mission that would lead him to famous cities and ancient abbeys.

I did not then know what Brother William was seeking, and to tell the truth, I still do not know today, and I presume he himself did not know, moved as he was solely by the desire for truth, and by the suspicion—which I could see he always harbored—that the truth was not what was appearing to him at that moment. And perhaps during those years he had been distracted from his beloved studies by secular duties.

The mission with which William had been charged remained unknown to me while we were on our journey, or, rather, he never spoke to me about it. It was only by overhearing bits of his conversations with the abbots of the monasteries where we stopped along the way that I formed some idea of the nature of this assignment. But I did not understand it fully until we reached our destination. Our destination was to the north, but our journey did not follow a straight line, and we rested at various abbeys.

Our journey lasted two weeks, amid various vicissitudes, and during that time I had the opportunity to know never enough, I remain convinced my new master. In the pages to follow I shall not indulge in descriptions of persons—except when a facial expression, or a gesture, appears as a sign of a mute but eloquent language—because, as Boethius says, nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn; and what would be the point of saying today that the abbot Abo had a stern eye and pale cheeks, when by now he and those around him are dust and their bodies have the mortal grayness of dust only their souls, God grant, shining with a light that will never be extinguished?

But I would like to describe William at least once, because his singular features struck me, and it is characteristic of the young to become bound to an older and wiser man not only by the spell of his words and the sharpness of his mind, but also by the superficial form of his body, which proves very dear, like the figure of a father, whose gestures we study and whose frowns, whose smile we observe—without a shadow of lust to pollute this form perhaps the only that is truly pure of corporal love.

In the past men were handsome and great now they are children and dwarfs , but this is merely one of the many facts that demonstrate the disaster of an aging world. The young no longer want to study anything, learning is in decline, the whole world walks on its head, blind men lead others equally blind and cause them to plunge into the abyss, birds leave the nest before they can fly, the jackass plays the lyre, oxen dance. Mary no longer loves the contemplative life and Martha no longer loves the active life, Leah is sterile, Rachel has a carnal eye, Cato visits brothels.

Everything is diverted from its proper course. In those days, thank God, I acquired from my master the desire to learn and a sense of the straight way, which remains even when the path is tortuous. Brother William was larger in stature than a normal man and so thin that he seemed still taller. His eyes were sharp and penetrating; his thin and slightly beaky nose gave his countenance the expression of a man on the lookout, even if his long freckle-covered face—such as I often saw among those born between Hibernia and Northumbria—could occasionally express hesitation and puzzlement.

In time I realized that what seemed a lack of confidence was only curiosity, but at the beginning I knew little of this virtue, which I thought, rather, a passion of the covetous spirit. I believed instead that the rational spirit should not indulge such passion, but feed only on the Truth, which I thought one knows from the outset. William might perhaps have seen fifty springs and was therefore already very old, but his tireless body moved with an agility I myself often lacked.

His energy seemed inexhaustible when a burst of activity overwhelmed him. But from time to time, as if his vital spirit had something of the crayfish, he moved backward in moments of inertia, and I watched him lie for hours on my pallet in my cell, uttering barely a few monosyllables, without contracting a single muscle of his face. On those occasions a vacant, absent expression appeared in his eyes, and I would have suspected he was in the power of some vegetal substance capable of producing visions if the obvious temperance of his life had not led me to reject this thought.

I will not deny, however, that in the course of the journey, he sometimes stopped at the edge of a meadow, at the entrance to a forest, to gather some herb always the same one, I believe: He kept some of it with him, and ate it in the moments of greatest tension and we had a number of them at the abbey! Once, when I asked him what it was, he said laughing that a good Christian can sometimes learn also from the infidels, and when I asked him to let me taste it, he replied that herbs that are good for an old Franciscan are not good for a young Benedictine.

During our time together we did not have occasion to lead a very regular life: On our journey, however, he seldom stayed awake after compline, and his habits were frugal. Sometimes, also at the abbey, he would spend the whole day walking in the vegetable garden, examining the plants as if they were chrysoprases or emeralds; and I saw him roaming about the treasure crypt, looking at a coffer studded with emeralds and chrysoprases as if it were a clump of thorn apple.

At other times he would pass an entire day in the great hall of the library, leafing through manuscripts as if seeking nothing but his own enjoyment while, around us, the corpses of monks, horribly murdered, were multiplying.

One day I found him strolling in the flower garden without any apparent aim, as if he did not have to account to God for his works. In my order they had taught me quite a different way of expending my time, and I said so to him.

And he answered that the beauty of the cosmos derives not only from unity in variety, but also from variety in unity. This seemed to me an answer dictated by crude common sense, but I learned subsequently that the men of his land often define things in ways in which it seems that the enlightening power of reason has scant function.

He seemed unable to think save with his hands, an attribute I considered then worthier of a mechanic: I will tell, in fact, how this strange man carried with him, in his bag, instruments that I had never seen before then, which he called his wondrous machines.

He explained to me thus the wonders of the clock, the astrolabe, and the magnet. But at the beginning I feared it was witchcraft, and I pretended to sleep on certain clear nights when he with a strange triangle in his hand stood watching the stars.

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The Franciscans I had known in Italy and in my own land were simple men, often illiterate, and I expressed to him my amazement at his learning. But he said to me, smiling, that the Franciscans of his island were cast in another mold: Roger Bacon, whom I venerate as my master, teaches that the divine plan will one day encompass the science of machines, which is natural and healthy magic. And one day it will be possible, by exploiting the power of nature, to create instruments of navigation by which ships will proceed unico homine regente, and far more rapid than those propelled by sails or oars; and there will be wagons that move without animals to pull them, and flying vehicles guided by a man who will flap their wings as if they were those of a bird.

And tiny contraptions that lift infinite weights, and small boats that float on the bottom of the sea. When I asked him where these machines were, he told me that they had already been made in ancient times, and some even in our own time: And bridges can be built across rivers without columns or other support, and other unheard-of machines are possible.

But you must not worry if they do not yet exist, because that does not mean they will not exist later. And I say to you that God wishes them to be, and certainly they already are in His mind, even if my friend from Occam denies that ideas exist in such a way; and I do not say this because we can determine the divine nature but precisely because we cannot set any limit to it. Nor was this the only contradictory proposition I heard him utter; but even now, when I am old and wiser than I was then, I have not yet understood how he could have such faith in his friend from Occam and at the same time swear by the words of Bacon.

It is also true that in those dark times a wise man had to believe things that were in contradiction among themselves. There, of Brother William I have perhaps said things without sense, as if to collect from the very beginning the disjointed impressions of him that I had then. Who he was, and what he was doing, my good reader, you will perhaps deduce better from what he did in the days we spent in the abbey.

Nor do I promise you an accomplished design, but, rather, a tale of events those, yes wondrous and awful. And so, after I had come to know my master day by day, and spent the many hours of our journey in long conversations which I will recount, if appropriate, we reached the foot of the hill on which the abbey stood. And it is time for my story to approach it, as we did then, and may my hand remain steady as I prepare to tell what happened.

It was a beautiful morning at the end of November. During the night it had snowed, but only a little, and the earth was covered with a cool blanket no more than three fingers high. In the darkness, immediately after lauds, we heard Mass in a village in the valley. Then, as the sun first appeared, we set off toward the mountains. While we toiled up the steep path that wound around the mountain, I saw the abbey.

I was amazed, not by the walls that girded it on every side, similar to others to be seen in all the Christian world, but by the bulk of what I later learned was the Aedificium.

This was an octagonal construction that from a distance seemed a tetragon a perfect form, which expresses the sturdiness and impregnability of the City of God , whose southern sides stood on the plateau of the abbey, while the northern ones seemed to grow from the steep side of the mountain, a sheer drop, to which they were bound.

Three rows of windows proclaimed the triune rhythm of its elevation, so that what was physically squared on the earth was spiritually triangular in the sky. As we came closer, we realized that the quadrangular form included, at each of its corners, a heptagonal tower, five sides of which were visible on the outside—four of the eight sides, then, of the greater octagon producing four minor heptagons, which from the outside appeared as pentagons.

And thus anyone can see the admirable concord of so many holy numbers, each revealing a subtle spiritual significance. Eight, the number of perfection for every tetragon; four, the number of the Gospels; five, the number of the zones of the world; seven, the number of the gifts of the Holy Ghost.

In its bulk and in its form, the Aedificium resembled Castel Ursino or Castel del Monte, which I was to see later in the south of the Italian peninsula, but its inaccessible position made it more awesome than those, and capable of inspiring fear in the traveler who approached it gradually.

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And it was fortunate that, since it was a very clear winter morning, I did not first see the building as it appears on stormy days. I will not say, in any case, that it prompted feelings of jollity.

I felt fear, and a subtle uneasiness. God knows these were not phantoms of my immature spirit, and I was rightly interpreting indubitable omens inscribed in the stone the day that the giants began their work, and before the deluded determination of the monks dared consecrate the building to the preservation of the divine word.

As our little mules strove up the last curve of the mountain, where the main path divided into three, producing two side paths, my master stopped for a while, to look around: Accustomed as I was to hear him make the most unusual declarations, I did not question him. This was also because, after another bit of road, we heard some noises, and at the next turn an agitated band of monks and servants appeared.

One of them, seeing us, came toward us with great cordiality. Welcome, sir, he said, and do not be surprised if I can guess who you are, because we have been advised of your visit. I am Remigio of Varagine, the cellarer of the monastery. And if you, as I believe, are Brother William of Baskerville, the abbot must be informed. You —he commanded one of his party— go up and tell them that our visitor is about to come inside the walls. I thank you, Brother Cellarer, my master replied politely, and I appreciate your courtesy all the more since, in order to greet me, you have interrupted your search.

The horse came this way and took the path to the right. He will not get far, because he will have to stop when he reaches the dungheap.

He is too intelligent to plunge down that precipitous slope. William said, turning toward me with an amused look. But if you are hunting for Brunellus, the horse can only be where I have said.

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The cellarer hesitated. He looked at William, then at the path, and finally asked, Brunellus?

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How did you know? He went to the right, as I said, but you should hurry, in any case. The cellarer hesitated for a moment longer, then gestured to his men and rushed off along the path to the right, while our mules resumed their climb.

My curiosity aroused, I was about to question William, but he motioned me to wait: They passed by us, all glancing at us with some amazement, then preceded us toward the abbey. I believe William also slowed the pace of his mount to give them time to tell what had happened. I had already realized that my master, in every respect a man of the highest virtue, succumbed to the vice of vanity when it was a matter of demonstrating his acumen; and having learned to appreciate his gifts as a subtle diplomatist, I understood that he wanted to reach his destination preceded by a firm reputation as a man of knowledge.

My good Adso, my master said, "during our whole journey I have been teaching you to recognize the evidence through which the world speaks to us like a great book. Alanus de Insulis said that. But the universe is even more talkative than Alanus thought, and it speaks not only of the ultimate things which it does always in an obscure fashion but also of closer things, and then it speaks quite clearly.

I am almost embarrassed to repeat to you what you should know. Neatly spaced, those marks said that the hoof was small and round, and the gallop quite regular—and so I deduced the nature of the horse, and the fact that it was not running wildly like a crazed animal. At the point where the pines formed a natural roof, some twigs had been freshly broken off at a height of five feet.

One of the blackberry bushes where the animal must have turned to take the path to his right, proudly switching his handsome tail, still held some long black horsehairs in its brambles. You will not say, finally, that you do not know that path leads to the dungheap, because as we passed the lower curve we saw the spill of waste down the sheer cliff below the great east tower, staining the snow; and from the situation of the crossroads, the path could only lead in that direction.

Yes, I said, but what about the small head, the sharp ears, the big eyes. I am not sure he has those features, but no doubt the monks firmly believe he does. And a monk who considers a horse excellent, whatever his natural forms, can only see him as the auctoritates have described him, especially if —and here he smiled slyly in my direction— the describer is a learned Benedictine.

May the Holy Ghost sharpen your mind, son! What other name could he possibly have?

Why, even the great Buridan, who is about to become rector in Paris, when he wants to use a horse in one of his logical examples, always calls it Brunellus. He not only knew how to read the great book of nature, but also knew the way monks read the books of Scripture, and how they thought through them. A gift that, as we shall see, was to prove useful to him in the days to come. His explanation, moreover, seemed to me at that point so obvious that my humiliation at not having discovered it by myself was surpassed only by my pride at now being a sharer in it, and I was almost congratulating myself on my insight.

Such is the power of the truth that, like good, it is its own propagator. And praised be the holy name of our Lord Jesus Christ for this splendid revelation I was granted. But resume your course, O my story, for this aging monk is lingering too long over marginalia. Tell, rather, how we arrived at the great gate of the abbey, and on the threshold stood the abbot, beside whom two novices held a golden basin filled with water.

Thank you, Abo, William said. I come as a pilgrim in the name of our Lord, and as such you have honored me. But I come also in the name of our lord on this earth, as the letter I now give you will tell you, and in his name also I thank you for your welcome.

The abbot was looking forward to visiting us later, when we were refreshed, and we entered the great courtyard where the abbey buildings extended all about the gentle plain that blunted in a soft bowl—or alp—the peak of the mountain. I shall have occasion to discuss the layout of the abbey more than once, and in greater detail.

After the gate which was the only opening in the outer walls a tree-lined avenue led to the abbatial church. To the left of the avenue there stretched a vast area of vegetable gardens and, as I later learned, the botanical garden, around the two buildings of the balneary and the infirmary and herbarium, following the curve of the walls.