When I was working for BPM, the head of the broadcasting department was getting to work on an electric car from Brighton every day. He was reading the book The Exorcist. According to him, it was the worst of all the books he had read. Moreover, as he said, it was so sinister that he could not even read it to the end. And one weekend he went to Brighton’s coastline and threw the book as far into the sea as possible. And I went to the bookstore, where I bought the same book, soaked it well under the crane and put it in the box of his desk.