Joined: Oct. 2006
Such is the plot of Borges's celebrated The Library of Babel. Monks spending their lives in an infinite library, understanding that somewhere in the library exists a book that explains the library--but seemingly unaware that the library also contains an infinite number of false explanations as well. Of course, most of them never encounter a single meaningful phrase.
That sounds rather fun, Ill see if I can dig it up. It rather reminds me of the third 'Science of Discworld' book, with the librarian knuckling about in L space and getting different versions of the Origin of Species where Darwin is an ID'er.