About a certain return

Part 14

– What would he say? Mr Crow is working, writing books, he's a man with stylish occupations. He's such a snob. Should I be damned if I understand what he says! I don't pay any attention to what that man says as he's beating around the bush and I don't fill my memory with useless things.

– And what's the subject that books have? Who will publish them? Hey boy, what the hell you try to fool me? Are you nice? Don't you think I know? I know it very well. Look, it's only about your memory in my sentence. I don't have this curiosity by the love of music. What do you think? There is something more powerful than me and you together. Understood? What's the name of the organisation in which Corbu is involved?

I played the possum: What, I mean, what concerned me...?

– Oh! Or you are stupid or you try to make me stupid. Listen brother, I was just working to your introduction in art... I was struggling for a... Ah! I believed you caught something.

– What art Mr Kolar? The art of shadowing?

– No, you ox, the art of survival.

I saw in the darkness of the room a person like a shadow that replaced Kolar. I saw his horns, his hoofs and tail... Why is the Devil like a guised ox?

– Come on, Mr Kolar, why do you touch me at my survival? What am I? A poor courier, fiddling with some filthy books that I'm afraid even to touch, not to mention reading them... I go to people that I'm not at all sympathetic with, I live a bleak life and you are threatening me! I can't understand why you set your eyes on me!

– You have been chosen. You have the honor to show your gratitude, you ungrateful, to the nation and to the Great Lady, you ox! Didn't you feel that something is happening to you?

He had a fix idea that day Mr Kolar. He wouldn't stop praising me and resembling me to this big, horned animal that people breed to sacrifice it in the end... Means he, the Devil? What's that the devil? He must be some kind of human ox. A sort of ancient god that push man to be ungrateful. There's such a cluster of tempting guys in our lives that we cannot distinguish anymore, in fact initially they all want our welfare and then...: I got you, stupid! The soul hunters, the opponents of the Great Lady and of the upper class citizens, or of the common people like me, what can I say, this story is rather unclear to me...

– Our motto is: "The news are old, the suckers are new", understand...?

That moment, the electric power station, which was nearby, started to emit high and strong sounds, covering Kolar's voice that started to shout:

– ... We need chaps who can spread the news are needed. How else can we find out from whom do we need to protect the simple citizens? How can we protect ourselves from them? That's your...

The loud sound stopped, and Kolar, hearing himself shouting, lowered his voice:

– ... job.

– To spread rumors?

– News, new things, happenings... You will bring your contribution to the citizen's peace. And I want you to tell me what you talked about with Mrs Momalia. Everything... You memory is important for the brotherhood.

– What... brotherhood?

– The brotherhood is a connection between brothers, you small brain!

– So!

He was trying to cheat me, Mr Kolar. What a strategy!

– Sir, why don't you ever ask how is Mr Black? Do you have certain weakness for the other old man, Mr Crow?