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"
Do
n't
stand
there
,
idiot
!
"
The
books
lay
like
great
mounds
of
fishes
left
to
dry
.
The
men
danced
and
slipped
and
fell
over
them
.
Titles
glittered
their
golden
eyes
,
falling
,
gone
.
"
Kerosene
!
They
pumped
the
cold
fluid
from
the
numbered
451
tanks
strapped
to
their
shoulders
.
They
coated
each
book
,
they
pumped
rooms
full
of
it
.
They
hurried
downstairs
,
Montag
staggered
after
them
in
the
kerosene
fumes
.
"
Come
on
,
woman
!
"
The
woman
knelt
among
the
books
,
touching
the
drenched
leather
and
cardboard
,
reading
the
gilt
titles
with
her
fingers
while
her
eyes
accused
Montag
.
"
You
ca
n't
ever
have
my
books
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
know
the
law
,
"
said
Beatty
.
"
Where
's
your
common
sense
?
None
of
those
books
agree
with
each
other
.
You
've
been
locked
up
here
for
years
with
a
regular
damned
Tower
of
Babel
.
Snap
out
of
it
!
The
people
in
those
books
never
lived
.
Come
on
now
!
"
She
shook
her
head
.
"
The
whole
house
is
going
up
,
"
said
Beatty
.
