Not me. Oh God, the way they jabber about people and their own children and themselves and the way they talk about their
And you shrieked, 'Knowledge is power!' of advice to you.
"For my ears when I ride the subway-jets."

His name was Faber, and when he finally lost his fear of Montag, he talked in a cadenced voice, looking at the sky and the trees and the green park, and when an hour had passed he said something to Montag and Montag sensed it was a rhymeless poem. He heard Mildred shake the sleeping tablets into her hand. "Good night, good night." "Thank God for that. The men ran like cripples in their clumsy boots, as quietly as spiders. Four, five hundred dollars. The public itself stopped reading of its own accord. pieces.

If you put it in your ear, Montag, I can sit comfortably home, warming my frightened bones, and hear and analyze the firemen's world, find its weaknesses, without danger.

"No," said Montag. You firemen provide a circus now and then at which buildings are set off and crowds gather for the pretty blaze, but it's a small sideshow indeed, and hardly necessary to keep things in line. Mildred shrieked with laughter in the hall. The thought had been with him many times recently, but now he remembered how it was "Only the 'family' is 'people.'" The things you're looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book. "I understand that one," said Mildred. `And the faster he poured, the faster it sifted through with a hot whispering. "Yes, Mr. I go to bed only five hours a night. "Someone--the door--why doesn't the door-voice tell us--"

You read and I look around, but there isn't anybody!" We're twins, we're not alone any "Isn't this show wonderful?" For tonight only, he thought, in case she decides to do any more burning. Does the White Clown love you?"

Looking out across a rollin' farm And Montag said, "Wait ! "

That's awful! "You're coming over fine, too!" It sizzled faintly. Same Essay. "’That favorite subject, Myself.’"

Beatty, smelling of the wind through which he had rushed, was at Montag's elbow.

Faber raised his brows and looked at Montag as if he were seeing a new man. The cold rain falling. Montag warded him off and let his hands continue.

Listen!" They toil not, neither do they . "Here we go!"

"Yes! " No one in his right mind, the Good Lord knows; would have children!" They both stood looking at the book on the table. He looked at the opened page. "Yes, and look where we're headed. "You're "Well, look at Mr. Montag, he wants to, I know he does.

Faber sprang up, as if he had been struck. Montag perspired. "Knoll View!"

to criticize. The parlor was dead and Mildred kept peering in at it with a blank expression as Montag paced the floor and came back and squatted down and read a page as many as ten times, aloud. I will buy more of those armatures in the future if I need more trees – but I’ll do them with lichen and simple PVA/white glue/wood glue (whatever you prefer to call the stuff) like you see at the end of the saga, as I’m happy with those. . And the smell of blue electricity blowing under the locked door. Don't be. Do you hate me for this electronic cowardice of mine? I'd hate to think you were coming down with another fever..."

You're the only one I knew might help

And maybe if I talk long enough, it'll make sense. The phone on the far end of the line called Faber's name a dozen times before the professor answered in a faint voice.

"Oh, but the man they ran against him!"

One was always picking his nose; it drove me wild." I will myself to do it. And at the very end of my dream, along I came with the Salamander and said, Going my way? It probably reminds you of our own social communities, and our families, well, at least some families. They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts, we've shouted to ourselves. "Something the matter, Montag?" There was a tacking-tacking sound as the alarm-report telephone typed out the address across the room.

"Leisure." Even now he could feel the start of the long journey, the leave-taking, the going His mouth moved like Faber's. "Is that what it was in the girl next door? He opened it and stepped out.

We've started and won two atomic wars since 1990. cried the old man trembling.

"See what you're doing?

He's read enough so he has all the answers, or seems to have. The "I haven't done anything! " "For your file," he said, "in case you decide to be angry with me." "I'm alone, dammit ! " I'll be with you the rest of the night, a vinegar gnat tickling your ear when you need me. Why should I read? "Sh, sh," said Mildred. you suggest that we print extra books and arrange to have them hidden in firemen's houses all over the country, so that seeds of suspicion would be sown among these arsonists, bravo, I'd say!" "I-I,", sobbed Mrs. Phelps, "don't know, don't know, I just don't know, oh oh..." Mildred beamed. I feel guilty--" "It's only a dog, that's what! Spelled : D-E.N "

You and I and who else will set the fires?"

Read a few lines and off you go over the cliff. Montag felt his feet moving him on the sidewalk toward his house.

But now-I want you to feel old, I want a little of my cowardice to be distilled in you tonight. Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;

How like truing to put out fires with water-pistols, how senseless and insane. "Patience, Montag. "Tired, Montag? " We?" bobbins, and crystals. out, go home and think of the dozen abortions you've had, go home and think of that and your damn Caesarian sections, too, and your children who hate your guts!

Besides, they sometimes look just like you, and that's nice. "Here we are!" "Dentifrice ! " I would actually have let you walk rightout of my house. Playing the stock-market, of course, the last refuge in the world for the dangerous intellectual out of a job. "Come on, let's be cheery, you turn the `family' on, now. Quick war.

Only a week ago, pumping a kerosene hose, I thought: God, what fun!" "What do you know about Hoag and Noble?" Seated there in the midst of July, without a sound, he felt the tears move down his cheeks.

I lay down for a cat-nap and in this dream you and I, Montag, got into a furious debate on books.

The old man nodded. No one wanted them back. Perhaps I didn’t apply it thickly enough or tried to soon, or something. She was the first person I can remember who looked . It People are having fun" "Millie?" Faber got up and began to pace the room. The moon rose in the sky as Montag walked, his lips moving just a trifle.He was eating a light supper at nine in the evening when the front door cried out in the hall and Mildred ran from the parlor like a native fleeing an eruption of Vesuvius. back to the firehouse in beatific silence, all -dwindled away to peace." Now he knew that he was two people, that he was above all Montag, who knew nothing, who did not

Gimmick' and the parlor `families'? "Knoll View!" But he was not angry now, only exhausted and Montag did not look back at his wife as he went trembling along the hall to the kitchen, where he stood a long time watching the rain hit the windows before he came back down the hall in So if you like; I'll read you to sleep nights. I'm so damned afraid I'll drown if he gets me again."

You are intuitively right, that's what counts. To one another! I can burn you!"

"Millie? "Scare hell out of them, that's what, scare the living daylights out!" fixing his raw eyes to the cold bright rail under his clenched fingers. "As for poetry, I hate it," said Mrs. Bowles.

"Books aren't people.

"I'll let Pete do all the worrying."

That was all there was to it, really. If there isn't something in that legend for us today, in this city, in our time, then I am completely insane.

Two minutes more and the (Laughter) So let's come back to the initial point. TALK TO THE TREES Lyrics by Snow Patrol Talk to the trees That's why they take me away I married the game so no one really sees what it's done to me A little obsessed by how much I depend But somebody else's cased your head and seen your other lies Mildred's mouth twitched. Let's talk about someone alive, for goodness' sake." "It looks like a Seashell radio." I'm a fireman.

The old man stood looking at him. Christ is one of the `family' now. The images drained away, as if the water had been let out from a gigantic crystal bowl of hysterical fish. But suddenly my words Reach someone else's ear At someone else's heart strings too


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