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"
Get
up
!
"
he
told
himself
.
"
Damn
it
,
get
up
!
"
he
said
to
the
leg
,
and
stood
.
The
pains
were
spikes
driven
in
the
kneecap
and
then
only
darning
needles
and
then
only
common
,
ordinary
safety
pins
,
and
after
he
had
dragged
along
fifty
more
hops
and
jumps
,
filling
his
hand
with
slivers
from
the
board
fence
,
the
prickling
was
like
someone
blowing
a
spray
of
scalding
water
on
that
leg
.
And
the
leg
was
at
last
his
own
leg
again
.
He
had
been
afraid
that
running
might
break
the
loose
ankle
.
Now
,
sucking
all
the
night
into
his
open
mouth
,
and
blowing
it
out
pale
,
with
all
the
blackness
left
heavily
inside
himself
,
he
set
out
in
a
steady
jogging
pace
.
He
carried
the
books
in
his
hands
.
He
thought
of
Faber
.
Faber
was
back
there
in
the
steaming
lump
of
tar
that
had
no
name
or
identity
now
.
He
had
burnt
Faber
,
too
.
He
felt
so
suddenly
shocked
by
this
that
he
felt
Faber
was
really
dead
,
baked
like
a
roach
in
that
small
green
capsule
shoved
and
lost
in
the
pocket
of
a
man
who
was
now
nothing
but
a
frame
skeleton
strung
with
asphalt
tendons
.
You
must
remember
,
burn
them
or
they
'll
burn
you
,
he
thought
.
Right
now
it
's
as
simple
as
that
.
He
searched
his
pockets
,
the
money
was
there
,
and
in
his
other
pocket
he
found
the
usual
Seashell
upon
which
the
city
was
talking
to
itself
in
the
cold
black
morning
.
"
Police
Alert
.
Wanted
:
Fugitive
in
city
.
Has
committed
murder
and
crimes
against
the
State
.
Name
:
Guy
Montag
.
Occupation
:
Fireman
.
Last
seen
...
"
He
ran
steadily
for
six
blocks
,
in
the
alley
,
and
then
the
alley
opened
out
on
to
a
wide
empty
thoroughfare
ten
lanes
wide
.
It
seemed
like
a
boatless
river
frozen
there
in
the
raw
light
of
the
high
white
arc-lamps
;
you
could
drown
trying
to
cross
it
,
he
felt
;
it
was
too
wide
,
it
was
too
open
.
It
was
a
vast
stage
without
scenery
,
inviting
him
to
run
across
,
easily
seen
in
the
blazing
illumination
,
easily
caught
,
easily
shot
down
.
The
Seashell
hummed
in
his
ear
.
"
...
Watch
for
a
man
running
...
Watch
for
the
running
man
...
Watch
for
a
man
alone
,
on
foot
...
Watch
...
"
Montag
pulled
back
into
the
shadows
.
Directly
ahead
lay
a
gas
station
,
a
great
chunk
of
porcelain
snow
shining
there
,
and
two
silver
beetles
pulling
in
to
fill
up
.
