Neuromancer

"Essay of 3Jane's," the Finn said, producing his Partagas. "Wrote that when she was twelve. Semiotics course." …
"By the standards of the archipelago," the head continued, "ours is an old family, the convolutions of our home reflecting that age. But reflecting something else as well. The semiotics of the Villa bespeak a turning in, a denial of the bright void beyond the hull." …
"That's all she wrote," the Finn said. "Didn't finish it."

[…]

There had been a room filled with shelves of books, a million flat leaves of yellowing paper pressed between bindings of cloth or leather, the shelves marked at intervals by labels that followed a code of letters and numbers; a crowded gallery where Case had stared, through Molly's incurious eyes, at a shattered, dust-stenciled sheet of glass, a thing labeled — her gaze had tracked the brass plaque automatically — "La mariée mise à nu par ses célibataires, même." She'd reached out and touched this, her artificial nails clicking against the Lexan sandwich protecting the broken glass.