On the threshold of Borges' world, our head is spinning. He seems to grab us with ticks, but at the same time attracts and fascinates. Everything that seemed natural before him becomes unreal, huge, infinite with him. And it is in the whirlwind of his myriad abstractions and references, his impossible plots that something makes us savor this intoxicating taste of the complexity and intricacy of everything in the world.