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I tape a plastic bag around my left hand. I continue to move books between 'depots' and from the bags under the table into the gallery.*

I take a pile of books, some torn, to Anthony Johns who is typing. He pushes me hostily and asks "Why are you bringing these to me?". He then takes a book and begins to read aloud from it. I sit next to him - tearing books, holding them in my teeth and pulling them apart with my free hand.

At one point Anthony reads the word 'Moscow'. I repeat the word 'Moscow outloud at intervals. I say 'Must go' and leave.