As I finish my months long Borges digression (his non-fiction is as superb as his fiction), I think my sentiment of his works can be summed up with this bit of short prose (or is it verse?):
A young man picked up a book to read and was piqued by a footnote on the first page. He turned to the endnotes and jotted the source. Curious still, he arose to search the stacks. Many books and many years later, upon his death, it was recorded in the stars that the young man still hadn't finished the book. Perhaps next time.