in every place i settled, a library began to grow almost on its own. in paris and in london, in the humid heat of tahiti where i worked as a publisher for five long years, in toronto and in calgary, i collected books. every time i would ask myself how it had happened, this accumulation of paper and ink once again would cover my walls like ivy.여기서 it 은 무엇을 가르키는 건가요?