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Silence
.
The
cold
rain
falling
.
And
the
smell
of
blue
electricity
blowing
under
the
locked
door
.
"
Let
's
get
back
to
work
,
"
said
Montag
quietly
.
Mildred
kicked
at
a
book
.
"
Books
are
n't
people
.
You
read
and
I
look
around
,
but
there
is
n't
anybody
!
"
He
stared
at
the
parlour
that
was
dead
and
grey
as
the
waters
of
an
ocean
that
might
teem
with
life
if
they
switched
on
the
electronic
sun
.
"
Now
,
"
said
Mildred
,
"
my
'
family
'
is
people
.
They
tell
me
things
;
I
laugh
,
they
laugh
!
And
the
colours
!
"
"
Yes
,
I
know
.
"
"
And
besides
,
if
Captain
Beatty
knew
about
those
books
--
"
She
thought
about
it
.
Her
face
grew
amazed
and
then
horrified
.
"
He
might
come
and
burn
the
house
and
the
'
family
.
'
That
's
awful
!
Think
of
our
investment
.
Why
should
I
read
?
What
for
?
"
"
What
for
!
Why
!
"
said
Montag
.
"
I
saw
the
damnedest
snake
in
the
world
the
other
night
.
It
was
dead
but
it
was
alive
.
It
could
see
but
it
could
n't
see
.
You
want
to
see
that
snake
.
It
's
at
Emergency
Hospital
where
they
filed
a
report
on
all
the
junk
the
snake
got
out
of
you
!
Would
you
like
to
go
and
check
their
file
?
Maybe
you
'd
look
under
Guy
Montag
or
maybe
under
Fear
or
War
.
Would
you
like
to
go
to
that
house
that
burnt
last
night
?
And
rake
ashes
for
the
bones
of
the
woman
who
set
fire
to
her
own
house
!
What
about
Clarisse
McClellan
,
where
do
we
look
for
her
?
The
morgue
!
Listen
!
"
The
bombers
crossed
the
sky
and
crossed
the
sky
over
the
house
,
gasping
,
murmuring
,
whistling
like
an
immense
,
invisible
fan
,
circling
in
emptiness
.
"
Jesus
God
,
"
said
Montag
.
"
Every
hour
so
many
damn
things
in
the
sky
!
How
in
hell
did
those
bombers
get
up
there
every
single
second
of
our
lives
!
Why
does
n't
someone
want
to
talk
about
it
?
We
've
started
and
won
two
atomic
wars
since
1960
.
Is
it
because
we
're
having
so
much
fun
at
home
we
've
forgotten
the
world
?
Is
it
because
we
're
so
rich
and
the
rest
of
the
world
's
so
poor
and
we
just
do
n't
care
if
they
are
?
I
've
heard
rumours
;
the
world
is
starving
,
but
we
're
well-fed
.
Is
it
true
,
the
world
works
hard
and
we
play
?
Is
that
why
we
're
hated
so
much
?
