At home these men's works [ Kant, Schiller, Goethe] were kept in the bookcase with the green glass panes in Papa's study, and Törless knew this bookcase was never opened except to display its contents to a visitor. It was like the shrine of some divinity to which one does not readily draw nigh and which one venerates only because one is glad that thanks to its existence there are certain things one need no longer bother about.