… a bag of mail lost in northwest China in the fourth century, preserved by the desert air. Thirteen hundred years laterm an Hungarian explorer discovered them in a collapsed watchtower. But such things were as good as fairy tales. She chided herself for her delusions.
Ridiculous: a woman receives, as regular as clockwork, books copied by an anonymous hand, delivered night after night to her doorstep — and chides herself for believing in fairy tales. Perhaps when fairy tales happen to us, it is against the rules to realize that we have stepped into one.