Life of a dead man

"I closed my eyes and when I opened them, after one second, I was in a room with books occupying all its corners, as if the existence of a human being was something abnormal and wrong, and that the room was a small world inhabited only by books. I was standing next to the closed door of the room, and next to me was the strange visitor, and another person standing in front of the window. With his back to us, the man spoke without looking at us, as if he already knew we were there." *** In th...