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Montag put the book down He began to unwad the crumpled paper and flatten it out as the old man watched tiredly

Faber shook his head as if he aking up

"Montag, have you any money?"

"Some Four, five hundred dollars Why?"

"Bring it I know a o That was the year I came to class at the start of the new sen up for Drama from Aeschylus to O'Neill You see? How like a beautiful statue of ice it was, e moths No one wanted the how advantageous it was to have people reading only about passionate lips and the fist in the sto, there's this uneht start a few books, and wait on the war to break the pattern and give us the push we need A few bombs and the 'families' in the walls of all the houses, like harlequin rats, will shut up! In the silence, our stage whisper ht carry"

They both stood looking at the book on the table

"I've tried to reone when I turnto say to the Captain He's read enough so he has all the answers, or seems to have His voice is like butter I'o, puht: God, what fun!"

The old man nodded "Those who don't build must burn It's as old as history and juvenile delinquents"

"So that's what I am"

"There's some of it in all of us"

Montag ht, with the Fire Captain? I need an umbrella to keep off the rain I'ain"

The old lanced once lance "Well?"

The old man took a deep breath, held it, and let it out He took another, eyes closed, his"

The oldI would actually have let you walk right out of my house I am a cowardly old fool"

Faber opened the bedroo into a small chamber where stood a table upon which a nu a welter of microscopic wire hairs, tiny coils, bobbins and crystals