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"
What
?
"
Beatty
looked
faintly
surprised
.
Montag
shut
his
eyes
.
"
I
'll
be
in
later
.
Maybe
.
"
"
We
'd
certainly
miss
you
if
you
did
n't
show
,
"
said
Beatty
,
putting
his
pipe
in
his
pocket
thoughtfully
.
I
'll
never
come
in
again
,
thought
Montag
.
"
Get
well
and
keep
well
,
"
said
Beatty
.
He
turned
and
went
out
through
the
open
door
.
Montag
watched
through
the
window
as
Beatty
drove
away
in
his
gleaming
yellow-flame-coloured
beetle
with
the
black
,
char-coloured
tyres
.
Across
the
street
and
down
the
way
the
other
houses
stood
with
their
flat
fronts
.
What
was
it
Clarisse
had
said
one
afternoon
?
"
No
front
porches
.
My
uncle
says
there
used
to
be
front
porches
.
And
people
sat
there
sometimes
at
night
,
talking
when
they
wanted
to
talk
,
rocking
,
and
not
talking
when
they
did
n't
want
to
talk
.
Sometimes
they
just
sat
there
and
thought
about
things
,
turned
things
over
.
My
uncle
says
the
architects
got
rid
of
the
front
porches
because
they
did
n't
look
well
.
But
my
uncle
says
that
was
merely
rationalizing
it
;
the
real
reason
,
hidden
underneath
,
might
be
they
did
n't
want
people
sitting
like
that
,
doing
nothing
,
rocking
,
talking
;
that
was
the
wrong
kind
of
social
life
.
People
talked
too
much
.
And
they
had
time
to
think
.
So
they
ran
off
with
the
porches
.
And
the
gardens
,
too
.
Not
many
gardens
any
more
to
sit
around
in
.
And
look
at
the
furniture
.
No
rocking-chairs
any
more
.
They
're
too
comfortable
.
Get
people
up
and
running
around
.
My
uncle
says
...
and
...
my
uncle
...
and
...
my
uncle
...
"
Her
voice
faded
.
Montag
turned
and
looked
at
his
wife
,
who
sat
in
the
middle
of
the
parlour
talking
to
an
announcer
,
who
in
turn
was
talking
to
her
.
"
Mrs.
Montag
,
"
he
was
saying
.
This
,
that
and
the
other
.
"
Mrs.
Montag
?
"
Something
else
and
still
another
.
The
converter
attachment
,
which
had
cost
them
one
hundred
dollars
,
automatically
supplied
her
name
whenever
the
announcer
addressed
his
anonymous
audience
,
leaving
a
blank
where
the
proper
syllables
could
be
filled
in
.
A
special
spot-wave-scrambler
also
caused
his
televised
image
,
in
the
area
immediately
about
his
lips
,
to
mouth
the
vowels
and
consonants
beautifully
.
He
was
a
friend
,
no
doubt
of
it
,
a
good
friend
.
"
Mrs.
Montag
,
now
look
right
here
.
"
Her
head
turned
.
Though
she
quite
obviously
was
not
listening
.
