preserving their skull barely, having books collapse all over?
Komar. Who? Oh . . . Who was the one to preach on how we must preserve the literary worth of the author so—
Principal. Let us not awaken our memories of mistakes and sins long erased through penance and atonement! Oh, look, some Cankar's works! Erase them from this sacred place!
Komar. Kick them out! (Throws the books away, red-faced. Kicks them.) This author is not even a liberal . . . But . . . Only god knows what he is!
Principal. Let us pray for their soul!—(Retrieves another book from the shelf, taking a closer look at it.) Ha! What?
Komar. (takes a look at that very book). Ha! What is it?
Principal. Tomaž Kempčan: Following Christ . . . (The principal and Komar scratched their heads in confusion.) Dear Komar, you did not bring the book here, did you?
Komar. And neither did you, Superintendent Principal.
Principal. Deposit it at the workbench, Komar. Whoever brought it to this room contaminated by the Devil, had it right. Whoever brought it really was open-minded.
Komar. (unveils their weave on the floor and starts piling books onto it). Where to deposit all these sins?
Principal. Let's leave it in my cabinet for the time being. Throw it beneath the table of mine and cover it, so guests do not totter over it.
Komar ties the weave up and carries it into the cabinet; the principal murmurs as he observes how Komar carries the literature.
Principal. He would betray his very Brother, delate counter to his father and drop the dime on his mother.
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