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But
instead
he
stood
there
,
very
cold
,
his
face
a
mask
of
ice
,
listening
to
a
man
's
voice
(
the
uncle
?
)
moving
along
at
an
easy
pace
:
"
Well
,
after
all
,
this
is
the
age
of
the
disposable
tissue
.
Blow
your
nose
on
a
person
,
wad
them
,
flush
them
away
,
reach
for
another
,
blow
,
wad
,
flush
.
Everyone
using
everyone
else
's
coattails
.
How
are
you
supposed
to
root
for
the
home
team
when
you
do
n't
even
have
a
programme
or
know
the
names
?
For
that
matter
,
what
colour
jerseys
are
they
wearing
as
they
trot
out
on
to
the
field
?
"
Montag
moved
back
to
his
own
house
,
left
the
window
wide
,
checked
Mildred
,
tucked
the
covers
about
her
carefully
,
and
then
lay
down
with
the
moonlight
on
his
cheek-bones
and
on
the
frowning
ridges
in
his
brow
,
with
the
moonlight
distilled
in
each
eye
to
form
a
silver
cataract
there
.
One
drop
of
rain
.
Clarisse
.
Another
drop
.
Mildred
.
A
third
.
The
uncle
.
A
fourth
.
The
fire
tonight
.
One
,
Clarisse
.
Two
,
Mildred
.
Three
,
uncle
.
Four
,
fire
,
One
,
Mildred
,
two
,
Clarisse
.
One
,
two
,
three
,
four
,
five
,
Clarisse
,
Mildred
,
uncle
,
fire
,
sleeping-tablets
,
men
,
disposable
tissue
,
coat-tails
,
blow
,
wad
,
flush
,
Clarisse
,
Mildred
,
uncle
,
fire
,
tablets
,
tissues
,
blow
,
wad
,
flush
.
One
,
two
,
three
,
one
,
two
,
three
!
Rain
.
The
storm
.
The
uncle
laughing
.
Thunder
falling
downstairs
.
The
whole
world
pouring
down
.
The
fire
gushing
up
in
a
volcano
.
All
rushing
on
down
around
in
a
spouting
roar
and
rivering
stream
toward
morning
.
"
I
do
n't
know
anything
any
more
,
"
he
said
,
and
let
a
sleep-lozenge
dissolve
on
his
tongue
.
At
nine
in
the
morning
,
Mildred
's
bed
was
empty
.
Montag
got
up
quickly
,
his
heart
pumping
,
and
ran
down
the
hall
and
stopped
at
the
kitchen
door
.
Toast
popped
out
of
the
silver
toaster
,
was
seized
by
a
spidery
metal
hand
that
drenched
it
with
melted
butter
.
Mildred
watched
the
toast
delivered
to
her
plate
.
She
had
both
ears
plugged
with
electronic
bees
that
were
humming
the
hour
away
.
She
looked
up
suddenly
,
saw
him
,
and
nodded
.
