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The final show-down:

"I want to see the second book of the Poetics of Aristotle, the book everyone has believed lost or never written, and of which you hold perhaps the only copy."
"So, I conceived a false pattern to interpret the moves of the guilty man, and the guilty man fell in with it. And it was this same false pattern that put me on your trail."
"Because.. every book by that man (the Philosopher) has destroyed a part of the learning that Christianity had accumulated over the centuries... The divine mystery of the Word was transformed into a human parody of categories and syllogism."
"And what would we be, we sinful creatures, without fear, perhaps the most foresighted, the most loving of the divine gifts?"
"If the rhetoric of conviction were replaced by the rhetoric of mockery..." {So one can't be faithful & ironic??}
"The Devil is not the Prince of Matter; the Devil is the arrogance of the spirit, faith without smile, truth that is never seized by doubt."
'In which, if it were to summarize the prodigious revelations of which it speaks, the title would have to be as long as the chapter itself, contrary to usage.' {Why has such a cute practise fallen out of favor?!}

After the conflagration:

Everything happened in a few moments, as if for centuries those ancient pages had been yearning for arson and were rejoicing in the sudden satisfaction of an immemorial thirst for ecpyrosis.
Fluttering scraps of parchment, half burned, rose and hovered like bats, while the air, allied with its airy fellow element, sent them to kindle the terrestrial matter of further pages.
In vain: the kitchen and refectory were now a crossroads of lost souls, rushing in all directions, each hindering the others.
It is characteristic of these great constructions to blaze up quickly in their wooden parts and then to agonize for hours, sometimes for days.
Tolle et lege.
Where are the snows of yester-year? The earth is dancing the dance of Macabre; at times it seems to me that the Danube is crowded with ships loaded with fools going toward a dark place.

"The Name of the Rose"