Volume 45, Number 13 · August 13, 1998
The Rose of Paracelsus
By Jorge Luis Borges
Down in his laboratory, to which the two rooms of the cellar had been given over, Paracelsus prayed to his God, his indeterminate God—any God—to send him a disciple.
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