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to go with a bang.

We want to talk with you, sir.

- What about?

- It's about the make-up of the jury.

Didn't Kruszewski tell you

we'll talk, but after breakfast,

and with a delegation.

No. All of us together.

Together we can have breakfast.

Everyone sit down

and let no one through!

No one?

You plan to sit here like this?

The steps are cold,

but suit yourselves...

I'll go through the kitchen.

We won't let you.

We'll break up the camp.

- Who will?

- All of us.

You said that.

Grusznic, isn't it? Fourth year?

You want a faculty post.

- That's not fair!

- I wasn't asking you.

I'll tak to you, but after breakfast

and with a delegation.

You, you and you.

And you.

Delegation shoud be elected!

Then elect my nominees.

It will save trouble.

So, as we've agreed,

each speaker will have ten minutes

plus one minute to tie up

any loose ends.

Can we proceed?

The first report will come...

from Maria Piechowiak of our centre.

Her paper is entitled:

"Phrase Syntac in a Graphic Variant."

- Do you need the projector?

- No, thank you.

The object of the study

was to precise and qualify

the concept of the syntactical phrase.

The concept of the phrase once bordered

with that

of directional denominators.

Employing more specifically

the concept of modal autonomy,

I arrived at dual conclusions:

both linked with the observation,

the traditional externals

of a sentence are fused to it,

while use of the concept

of modal autonomy

...differentiates the material

of directional denominators.

I'm curious. How did you get round them?

The usual way. Leaned on who I had to,

Flattered who I had to,

appealed to their sense of

responsibility, and they gave up.

And the Torun business?

I said he hasn't showed up.

So you lied?

Believe it or not, yes.

But imagine life without lies.

For example, you'd keep

beeing told you had pimples.

And I'd be told I had a paunch.

Instead every morning they all twitter:

How you're losing weight, Mr Docent!

Though it's plain I'm putting it on.

But I interrupted you, I think.

No, no.

You seemed to me about to moralize.

No.

You don't propose

to get holier than them?

I must have been wrong.

When's your blue-eyed boy due?

Last.

I can tell you now how the vote will go.

Ayes, none.

You don't know the paper.

No matter.

Jozef will probably sit tight,

Miss Zofia will act dumb,

Miss Magda won't have to;

as you've noticed,

she's not very bright.

Though she has her virtues.

Or had, rather.

And the Rector never forgets.

The students will vote for.

Out of cussedness.

But he real discussion will begin later.

What you're saying,

Mr Docent, is depressing,

since it implies

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