Gor rolled his eyes at his brother Slav. He was almost schizophrenic with his broken trains of thought and random statements. Well, he was free to go, at least.
"I don't think just throwing that book overboard is an appropriate end," he informed his older brother with a shrug. "It's far too casual an end for it. To completely desecrate it, it should be torn apart page by page and subsequently burned. Then its ashes should be taken aft and scattered by the wind."