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With
an
effort
,
Montag
reminded
himself
again
that
this
was
no
fictional
episode
to
be
watched
on
his
run
to
the
river
;
it
was
in
actuality
his
own
chess-game
he
was
witnessing
,
move
by
move
.
He
shouted
to
give
himself
the
necessary
push
away
from
this
last
house
window
,
and
the
fascinating
seance
going
on
in
there
!
Hell
!
And
he
was
away
and
gone
!
The
alley
,
a
street
,
the
alley
,
a
street
,
and
the
smell
of
the
river
.
Leg
out
,
leg
down
,
leg
out
and
down
.
Twenty
million
Montags
running
,
soon
,
if
the
cameras
caught
him
.
Twenty
million
Montags
running
,
running
like
an
ancient
flickery
Keystone
Comedy
,
cops
,
robbers
,
chasers
and
the
chased
,
hunters
and
hunted
,
he
had
seen
it
a
thousand
times
.
Behind
him
now
twenty
million
silently
baying
Hounds
ricocheted
across
parlours
,
three-cushion
shooting
from
right
wall
to
centre
wall
to
left
wall
,
gone
,
right
wall
,
centre
wall
,
left
wall
,
gone
!
Montag
jammed
his
Seashell
to
his
ear
.
"
Police
suggest
entire
population
in
the
Elm
Terrace
area
do
as
follows
:
Everyone
in
every
house
in
every
street
open
a
front
or
rear
door
or
look
from
the
windows
.
The
fugitive
can
not
escape
if
everyone
in
the
next
minute
looks
from
his
house
.
Ready
!
"
Of
course
!
Why
had
n't
they
done
it
before
!
Why
,
in
all
the
years
,
had
n't
this
game
been
tried
!
Everyone
up
,
everyone
out
!
He
could
n't
be
missed
!
The
only
man
running
alone
in
the
night
city
,
the
only
man
proving
his
legs
!
"
At
the
count
of
ten
now
!
One
!
Two
!
"
He
felt
the
city
rise
.
Three
.
He
felt
the
city
turn
to
its
thousands
of
doors
.
Faster
!
Leg
up
,
leg
down
!
"
Four
!
"
