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He
took
Montag
quickly
into
the
bedroom
and
lifted
a
picture
frame
aside
,
revealing
a
television
screen
the
size
of
a
postal
card
.
"
I
always
wanted
something
very
small
,
something
I
could
talk
to
,
something
I
could
blot
out
with
the
palm
of
my
hand
,
if
necessary
,
nothing
that
could
shout
me
down
,
nothing
monstrous
big
.
So
,
you
see
.
"
He
snapped
it
on
.
"
Montag
,
"
the
TV
set
said
,
and
lit
up
.
"
M-O-N-T-A-G
.
"
The
name
was
spelled
out
by
the
voice
.
"
Guy
Montag
.
Still
running
.
Police
helicopters
are
up
.
A
new
Mechanical
Hound
has
been
brought
from
another
district
...
"
Montag
and
Faber
looked
at
each
other
.
"
...
Mechanical
Hound
never
fails
.
Never
since
its
first
use
in
tracking
quarry
has
this
incredible
invention
made
a
mistake
.
Tonight
,
this
network
is
proud
to
have
the
opportunity
to
follow
the
Hound
by
camera
helicopter
as
it
starts
on
its
way
to
the
target
...
"
Faber
poured
two
glasses
of
whisky
.
"
We
'll
need
these
.
"
They
drank
.
"
...
nose
so
sensitive
the
Mechanical
Hound
can
remember
and
identify
ten
thousand
odour-indexes
on
ten
thousand
men
without
re-setting
!
"
Faber
trembled
the
least
bit
and
looked
about
at
his
house
,
at
the
walls
,
the
door
,
the
doorknob
,
and
the
chair
where
Montag
now
sat
.
Montag
saw
the
look
.
They
both
looked
quickly
about
the
house
and
Montag
felt
his
nostrils
dilate
and
he
knew
that
he
was
trying
to
track
himself
and
his
nose
was
suddenly
good
enough
to
sense
the
path
he
had
made
in
the
air
of
the
room
and
the
sweat
of
his
hand
hung
from
the
doorknob
,
invisible
,
but
as
numerous
as
the
jewels
of
a
small
chandelier
,
he
was
everywhere
,
in
and
on
and
about
everything
,
he
was
a
luminous
cloud
,
a
ghost
that
made
breathing
once
more
impossible
.
He
saw
Faber
stop
up
his
own
breath
for
fear
of
drawing
that
ghost
into
his
own
body
,
perhaps
,
being
contaminated
with
the
phantom
exhalations
and
odours
of
a
running
man
.
"
The
Mechanical
Hound
is
now
landing
by
helicopter
at
the
site
of
the
Burning
!
"
And
there
on
the
small
screen
was
the
burnt
house
,
and
the
crowd
,
and
something
with
a
sheet
over
it
and
out
of
the
sky
,
fluttering
,
came
the
helicopter
like
a
grotesque
flower
.
