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I
've
heard
the
rumours
about
hate
,
too
,
once
in
a
long
while
,
over
the
years
.
Do
you
know
why
?
I
do
n't
,
that
's
sure
!
Maybe
the
books
can
get
us
half
out
of
the
cave
.
They
just
might
stop
us
from
making
the
same
damn
insane
mistakes
!
I
do
n't
hear
those
idiot
bastards
in
your
parlour
talking
about
it
.
God
,
Millie
,
do
n't
you
see
?
An
hour
a
day
,
two
hours
,
with
these
books
,
and
maybe
...
"
The
telephone
rang
.
Mildred
snatched
the
phone
.
"
Ann
!
"
She
laughed
.
"
Yes
,
the
White
Clown
's
on
tonight
!
"
Montag
walked
to
the
kitchen
and
threw
the
book
down
.
"
Montag
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
're
really
stupid
.
Where
do
we
go
from
here
?
Do
we
turn
the
books
in
,
forget
it
?
"
He
opened
the
book
to
read
over
Mildred
's
laughter
.
Poor
Millie
,
he
thought
.
Poor
Montag
,
it
's
mud
to
you
,
too
.
But
where
do
you
get
help
,
where
do
you
find
a
teacher
this
late
?
Hold
on
.
He
shut
his
eyes
.
Yes
,
of
course
.
Again
he
found
himself
thinking
of
the
green
park
a
year
ago
.
The
thought
had
been
with
him
many
times
recently
,
but
now
he
remembered
how
it
was
that
day
in
the
city
park
when
he
had
seen
that
old
man
in
the
black
suit
hide
something
,
quickly
in
his
coat
.
...
The
old
man
leapt
up
as
if
to
run
.
And
Montag
said
,
"
Wait
!
"
"
I
have
n't
done
anything
!
"
cried
the
old
man
trembling
.
"
No
one
said
you
did
.
"
They
had
sat
in
the
green
soft
light
without
saying
a
word
for
a
moment
,
and
then
Montag
talked
about
the
weather
,
and
then
the
old
man
responded
with
a
pale
voice
.
