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"
Here
we
go
to
keep
the
world
happy
,
Montag
!
"
Beatty
's
pink
,
phosphorescent
cheeks
glimmered
in
the
high
darkness
,
and
he
was
smiling
furiously
.
"
Here
we
are
!
"
The
Salamander
boomed
to
a
halt
,
throwing
men
off
in
slips
and
clumsy
hops
.
Montag
stood
fixing
his
raw
eyes
to
the
cold
bright
rail
under
his
clenched
fingers
.
I
ca
n't
do
it
,
he
thought
.
How
can
I
go
at
this
new
assignment
,
how
can
I
go
on
burning
things
?
I
ca
n't
go
in
this
place
.
Beatty
,
smelling
of
the
wind
through
which
he
had
rushed
,
was
at
Montag
's
elbow
.
"
All
right
,
Montag
?
"
The
men
ran
like
cripples
in
their
clumsy
boots
,
as
quietly
as
spiders
.
At
last
Montag
raised
his
eyes
and
turned
.
Beatty
was
watching
his
face
.
"
Something
the
matter
,
Montag
?
"
"
Why
,
"
said
Montag
slowly
,
"
we
've
stopped
in
front
of
my
house
.
"
