Mac stood still, stunned. The thugs all started laughing.

‘Look at him,’ they jeered. ‘Professor Reading-Lots-of-Stuff hasn’t got anything left to read.’

‘But that’s insane …,’ started Mac before another thug interrupted him.

‘That’s nothing, old man. This camp was only responsible for books. Other camps elsewhere were responsible for destroying many other things; paintings, pottery, ceramics, furniture, and musical instruments. You name it and there is a camp somewhere filled with idiots like yourself being forced to destroy anything with any cultural value.’