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Montag
backed
up
.
The
Hound
took
a
step
from
its
kennel
.
Montag
grabbed
the
brass
pole
with
one
hand
.
The
pole
,
reacting
,
slid
upward
,
and
took
him
through
the
ceiling
,
quietly
.
He
stepped
off
in
the
half-lit
deck
of
the
upper
level
.
He
was
trembling
and
his
face
was
green-white
.
Below
,
the
Hound
had
sunk
back
down
upon
its
eight
incredible
insect
legs
and
was
humming
to
itself
again
,
its
multi-faceted
eyes
at
peace
.
Montag
stood
,
letting
the
fears
pass
,
by
the
drop-hole
.
Behind
him
,
four
men
at
a
card
table
under
a
green-lidded
light
in
the
corner
glanced
briefly
but
said
nothing
.
Only
the
man
with
the
Captain
's
hat
and
the
sign
of
the
Phoenix
on
his
hat
,
at
last
,
curious
,
his
playing
cards
in
his
thin
hand
,
talked
across
the
long
room
.
"
Montag
...
?
"
"
It
does
n't
like
me
,
"
said
Montag
.
"
What
,
the
Hound
?
"
The
Captain
studied
his
cards
.
"
Come
off
it
.
It
does
n't
like
or
dislike
.
It
just
'
functions
.
'
It
's
like
a
lesson
in
ballistics
.
It
has
a
trajectory
we
decide
for
it
.
It
follows
through
.
It
targets
itself
,
homes
itself
,
and
cuts
off
.
It
's
only
copper
wire
,
storage
batteries
,
and
electricity
.
"
Montag
swallowed
.
"
Its
calculators
can
be
set
to
any
combination
,
so
many
amino
acids
,
so
much
sulphur
,
so
much
butterfat
and
alkaline
.
Right
?
"
"
We
all
know
that
.
"
"
All
of
those
chemical
balances
and
percentages
on
all
of
us
here
in
the
house
are
recorded
in
the
master
file
downstairs
.
It
would
be
easy
for
someone
to
set
up
a
partial
combination
on
the
Hound
's
'
memory
,
'
a
touch
of
amino
acids
,
perhaps
.
That
would
account
for
what
the
animal
did
just
now
.
Reacted
toward
me
.
"
