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"Alone, hell! She chewed around you, didn't she? One of those daooders with their shocked, holier-than-thou silences, their one talent ht sun to sweat you in your bed!"

The front door opened; Mildred ca, one suitcase held with a dreaidity in her fist, as a beetle-taxi hissed to the curb

"Mildred!"

She ran past with her body stiff, her face floured with powder, her one, without lipstick

"Mildred, you didn't put in the alarm!"

She shoved the valise in the waiting beetle, cli, "Poor fa gone now"

Beatty grabbed Montag's shoulder as the beetle blasted away and hit seventy one

There was a crash like the falling parts of a drealass,drifted about as if still another incomprehensible stor axes, shattering panes to provide cross ventilation

The brush of a death's-head , this is Faber Do you hear ?'

"This is happening to

"What a dreadful surprise," said Beatty "For everyone nowadays knows, absolutely is certain, that nothing will ever happen to o on There are no consequences and no responsibilities Except that there are But let's not talk about them, eh? By the time the consequences catch up with you, it's too late, isn't it, Montag?"

"Montag, can you get away, run?" asked Faber

Montag walked but did not feel his feet touch the ceniter nearby and the saze

"What is there about fire that's so lovely? No e we are, what draws us to it?" Beatty blew out the fla man wanted to invent but never did Or alo on, it'd burn our lifetiobbledegook about friction and molecules But they don't really know Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences A probleets too burdenso, you're a burden And fire will lift you offto rot later Antibiotic, aesthetic, practical"

Montag stood looking in now at this queer house, hbor voices, by littered glass, and there on the floor, their covers torn off and spilled out like swan feathers, the incredible books that looked so silly and really not worth bothering with, for these were nothing but black type and yellowed paper and raveled binding