When it was proclaimed that the Library contained all books, the
first impression was one of extravagant happiness. All men felt
themselves to be the masters of an intact and secret treasure.
There was no personal or world problem whose eloquent solution did
not exist in some hexagon.
... As was natural, this inordinate hope was followed by an excessive
depression. The certitude that some shelf in
some hexagon held precious books and that these precious books were
inaccessible, seemed almost intolerable.
- Jorge Luis Borges "The Library of Babel" (1941)