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"
More
sports
for
everyone
,
group
spirit
,
fun
,
and
you
do
n't
have
to
think
,
eh
?
Organize
and
organize
and
superorganize
super-super
sports
.
More
cartoons
in
books
.
More
pictures
.
The
mind
drinks
less
and
less
.
Impatience
.
Highways
full
of
crowds
going
somewhere
,
somewhere
,
somewhere
,
nowhere
.
The
gasoline
refugee
.
Towns
turn
into
motels
,
people
in
nomadic
surges
from
place
to
place
,
following
the
moon
tides
,
living
tonight
in
the
room
where
you
slept
this
noon
and
I
the
night
before
.
"
Mildred
went
out
of
the
room
and
slammed
the
door
.
The
parlour
"
aunts
"
began
to
laugh
at
the
parlour
"
uncles
.
"
"
Now
let
's
take
up
the
minorities
in
our
civilization
,
shall
we
?
Bigger
the
population
,
the
more
minorities
.
Do
n't
step
on
the
toes
of
the
dog-lovers
,
the
cat-lovers
,
doctors
,
lawyers
,
merchants
,
chiefs
,
Mormons
,
Baptists
,
Unitarians
,
second-generation
Chinese
,
Swedes
,
Italians
,
Germans
,
Texans
,
Brooklynites
,
Irishmen
,
people
from
Oregon
or
Mexico
.
The
people
in
this
book
,
this
play
,
this
TV
serial
are
not
meant
to
represent
any
actual
painters
,
cartographers
,
mechanics
anywhere
.
The
bigger
your
market
,
Montag
,
the
less
you
handle
controversy
,
remember
that
!
All
the
minor
minor
minorities
with
their
navels
to
be
kept
clean
.
Authors
,
full
of
evil
thoughts
,
lock
up
your
typewriters
.
They
did
.
Magazines
became
a
nice
blend
of
vanilla
tapioca
.
Books
,
so
the
damned
snobbish
critics
said
,
were
dishwater
.
No
wonder
books
stopped
selling
,
the
critics
said
.
But
the
public
,
knowing
what
it
wanted
,
spinning
happily
,
let
the
comic
books
survive
.
And
the
three-dimensional
sex-magazines
,
of
course
.
There
you
have
it
,
Montag
.
It
did
n't
come
from
the
Government
down
.
There
was
no
dictum
,
no
declaration
,
no
censorship
,
to
start
with
,
no
!
Technology
,
mass
exploitation
,
and
minority
pressure
carried
the
trick
,
thank
God
.
Today
,
thanks
to
them
,
you
can
stay
happy
all
the
time
,
you
are
allowed
to
read
comics
,
the
good
old
confessions
,
or
trade
journals
.
"
"
Yes
,
but
what
about
the
firemen
,
then
?
"
asked
Montag
.
"
Ah
.
"
Beatty
leaned
forward
in
the
faint
mist
of
smoke
from
his
pipe
.
"
What
more
easily
explained
and
natural
?
With
school
turning
out
more
runners
,
jumpers
,
racers
,
tinkerers
,
grabbers
,
snatchers
,
fliers
,
and
swimmers
instead
of
examiners
,
critics
,
knowers
,
and
imaginative
creators
,
the
word
'
intellectual
,
'
of
course
,
became
the
swear
word
it
deserved
to
be
.
You
always
dread
the
unfamiliar
.
Surely
you
remember
the
boy
in
your
own
school
class
who
was
exceptionally
'
bright
,
'
did
most
of
the
reciting
and
answering
while
the
others
sat
like
so
many
leaden
idols
,
hating
him
.
And
was
n't
it
this
bright
boy
you
selected
for
beatings
and
tortures
after
hours
?
Of
course
it
was
.
We
must
all
be
alike
.
Not
everyone
born
free
and
equal
,
as
the
Constitution
says
,
but
everyone
made
equal
.
Each
man
the
image
of
every
other
;
then
all
are
happy
,
for
there
are
no
mountains
to
make
them
cower
,
to
judge
themselves
against
.
So
!
A
book
is
a
loaded
gun
in
the
house
next
door
.
Burn
it
.
Take
the
shot
from
the
weapon
.
Breach
man
's
mind
.
Who
knows
who
might
be
the
target
of
the
well-read
man
?
Me
?
I
wo
n't
stomach
them
for
a
minute
.
And
so
when
houses
were
finally
fireproofed
completely
,
all
over
the
world
(
you
were
correct
in
your
assumption
the
other
night
)
there
was
no
longer
need
of
firemen
for
the
old
purposes
.
They
were
given
the
new
job
,
as
custodians
of
our
peace
of
mind
,
the
focus
of
our
understandable
and
rightful
dread
of
being
inferior
;
official
censors
,
judges
,
and
executors
.
That
's
you
,
Montag
,
and
that
's
me
.
"
The
door
to
the
parlour
opened
and
Mildred
stood
there
looking
in
at
them
,
looking
at
Beatty
and
then
at
Montag
.
Behind
her
the
walls
of
the
room
were
flooded
with
green
and
yellow
and
orange
fireworks
sizzling
and
bursting
to
some
music
composed
almost
completely
of
trap-drums
,
tom-toms
,
and
cymbals
.
Her
mouth
moved
and
she
was
saying
something
but
the
sound
covered
it
.
Beatty
knocked
his
pipe
into
the
palm
of
his
pink
hand
,
studied
the
ashes
as
if
they
were
a
symbol
to
be
diagnosed
and
searched
for
meaning
.
"
You
must
understand
that
our
civilization
is
so
vast
that
we
ca
n't
have
our
minorities
upset
and
stirred
.
Ask
yourself
,
What
do
we
want
in
this
country
,
above
all
?
People
want
to
be
happy
,
is
n't
that
right
?
Have
n't
you
heard
it
all
your
life
?
I
want
to
be
happy
,
people
say
.
Well
,
are
n't
they
?
Do
n't
we
keep
them
moving
,
do
n't
we
give
them
fun
?
That
's
all
we
live
for
,
is
n't
it
?
For
pleasure
,
for
titillation
?
And
you
must
admit
our
culture
provides
plenty
of
these
.
"
