This is how, in rough translation, it starts:
I am no longer sure what I saw and what I experienced. The end of the world is near, this much I know.
I was antiquarian. My small shop, in Cleveland Ohio, was not the largest nor the most comfortable, but it was mine. I lived among my seventeenth century desks, my Louis XV chairs, my silks from India, my Persian carpets and my books.
Aristotle, Pliny, Pythagoras, Plato and many others were my nighttime companions. I loved to walk along the paths of knowledge with them. Their thinking and their wisdom was as much fertilizer to my own thoughts on our little world.