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The
books
leapt
and
danced
like
roasted
birds
,
their
wings
ablaze
with
red
and
yellow
feathers
.
And
then
he
came
to
the
parlour
where
the
great
idiot
monsters
lay
asleep
with
their
white
thoughts
and
their
snowy
dreams
.
And
he
shot
a
bolt
at
each
of
the
three
blank
walls
and
the
vacuum
hissed
out
at
him
.
The
emptiness
made
an
even
emptier
whistle
,
a
senseless
scream
.
He
tried
to
think
about
the
vacuum
upon
which
the
nothingness
had
performed
,
but
he
could
not
.
He
held
his
breath
so
the
vacuum
could
not
get
into
his
lungs
.
He
cut
off
its
terrible
emptiness
,
drew
back
,
and
gave
the
entire
room
a
gift
of
one
huge
bright
yellow
flower
of
burning
.
The
fire-proof
plastic
sheath
on
everything
was
cut
wide
and
the
house
began
to
shudder
with
flame
.
"
When
you
're
quite
finished
,
"
said
Beatty
behind
him
.
"
You
're
under
arrest
.
"
The
house
fell
in
red
coals
and
black
ash
.
It
bedded
itself
down
in
sleepy
pink-grey
cinders
and
a
smoke
plume
blew
over
it
,
rising
and
waving
slowly
back
and
forth
in
the
sky
.
It
was
three-thirty
in
the
morning
.
The
crowd
drew
back
into
the
houses
;
the
great
tents
of
the
circus
had
slumped
into
charcoal
and
rubble
and
the
show
was
well
over
.
Montag
stood
with
the
flame-thrower
in
his
limp
hands
,
great
islands
of
perspiration
drenching
his
armpits
,
his
face
smeared
with
soot
.
The
other
firemen
waited
behind
him
,
in
the
darkness
,
their
faces
illuminated
faintly
by
the
smouldering
foundation
.
Montag
started
to
speak
twice
and
then
finally
managed
to
put
his
thought
together
.
"
Was
it
my
wife
turned
in
the
alarm
?
"
Beatty
nodded
.
"
But
her
friends
turned
in
an
alarm
earlier
,
that
I
let
ride
.
One
way
or
the
other
,
you
'd
have
got
it
.
It
was
pretty
silly
,
quoting
poetry
around
free
and
easy
like
that
.
It
was
the
act
of
a
silly
damn
snob
.
Give
a
man
a
few
lines
of
verse
and
he
thinks
he
's
the
Lord
of
all
Creation
.
You
think
you
can
walk
on
water
with
your
books
.
Well
,
the
world
can
get
by
just
fine
without
them
.
Look
where
they
got
you
,
in
slime
up
to
your
lip
.
If
I
stir
the
slime
with
my
little
finger
,
you
'll
drown
!
"
Montag
could
not
move
.
A
great
earthquake
had
come
with
fire
and
levelled
the
house
and
Mildred
was
under
there
somewhere
and
his
entire
life
under
there
and
he
could
not
move
.
The
earthquake
was
still
shaking
and
falling
and
shivering
inside
him
and
he
stood
there
,
his
knees
half-bent
under
the
great
load
of
tiredness
and
bewilderment
and
outrage
,
letting
Beatty
hit
him
without
raising
a
hand
.
