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Montag
stood
looking
in
now
at
this
queer
house
,
made
strange
by
the
hour
of
the
night
,
by
murmuring
neighbour
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
ravelled
binding
.
Mildred
,
of
course
.
She
must
have
watched
him
hide
the
books
in
the
garden
and
brought
them
back
in
.
Mildred
.
Mildred
.
"
I
want
you
to
do
this
job
all
by
your
lonesome
,
Montag
.
Not
with
kerosene
and
a
match
,
but
piecework
,
with
a
flamethrower
.
Your
house
,
your
clean-up
.
"
"
Montag
,
ca
n't
you
run
,
get
away
!
"
"
No
!
"
cried
Montag
helplessly
.
"
The
Hound
!
Because
of
the
Hound
!
"
Faber
heard
,
and
Beatty
,
thinking
it
was
meant
for
him
,
heard
.
"
Yes
,
the
Hound
's
somewhere
about
the
neighbourhood
,
so
do
n't
try
anything
.
Ready
?
"
"
Ready
.
"
Montag
snapped
the
safety-catch
on
the
flamethrower
.
"
Fire
!
"
A
great
nuzzling
gout
of
flame
leapt
out
to
lap
at
the
books
and
knock
them
against
the
wall
.
He
stepped
into
the
bedroom
and
fired
twice
and
the
twin
beds
went
up
in
a
great
simmering
whisper
,
with
more
heat
and
passion
and
light
than
he
would
have
supposed
them
to
contain
.
He
burnt
the
bedroom
walls
and
the
cosmetics
chest
because
he
wanted
to
change
everything
,
the
chairs
,
the
tables
,
and
in
the
dining-room
the
silverware
and
plastic
dishes
,
everything
that
showed
that
he
had
lived
here
in
this
empty
house
with
a
strange
woman
who
would
forget
him
tomorrow
,
who
had
gone
and
quite
forgotten
him
already
,
listening
to
her
Seashell
radio
pour
in
on
her
and
in
on
her
as
she
rode
across
town
,
alone
.
And
as
before
,
it
was
good
to
burn
,
he
felt
himself
gush
out
in
the
fire
,
snatch
,
rend
,
rip
in
half
with
flame
,
and
put
away
the
senseless
problem
.
If
there
was
no
solution
,
well
then
now
there
was
no
problem
,
either
.
Fire
was
best
for
everything
!
"
The
books
,
Montag
!
"
