The narrative unfolds through the eyes of an unnamed narrator who holds the role of a librarian within a team of librarians dedicated to unraveling the mysteries of the labyrinthine Library. Despite being the primary lens through which readers engage with the story, this narrator’s character remains somewhat ambiguous. He was born in the Library and expects to die there, but little is revealed about his background or personal history. Instead, his character is revealed through his thoughts as he attempts to make sense of the Library and come to terms with the impossibility of ever unlocking its secrets.

Beneath the scholarly exterior of the librarian, there is a deep yearning for something transcendent beyond his own existence. At the end of the story, the narrator reveals a prayer, its intended recipient remaining enigmatic:

If an eternal traveler should journey in any direction, he would find after untold centuries that the same volumes are repeated in the same disorder—which, repeated, becomes order: the Order. My solitude is cheered by that elegant hope (Paragraph 15).

His belief in an infinitely repeating Library—a hypothesis impossible to confirm—is ultimately a wish that order should emerge from apparent chaos. This purely numerical order (randomness, repeated, becomes a pattern) still does not amount to meaning.