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It
was
a
strange
quiet
meeting
.
The
old
man
admitted
to
being
a
retired
English
professor
who
had
been
thrown
out
upon
the
world
forty
years
ago
when
the
last
liberal
arts
college
shut
for
lack
of
students
and
patronage
.
His
name
was
Faber
,
and
when
he
finally
lost
his
fear
of
Montag
,
he
talked
in
a
cadenced
voice
,
looking
at
the
sky
and
the
trees
and
the
green
park
,
and
when
an
hour
had
passed
he
said
something
to
Montag
and
Montag
sensed
it
was
a
rhymeless
poem
.
Then
the
old
man
grew
even
more
courageous
and
said
something
else
and
that
was
a
poem
,
too
.
Faber
held
his
hand
over
his
left
coat-pocket
and
spoke
these
words
gently
,
and
Montag
knew
if
he
reached
out
,
he
might
pull
a
book
of
poetry
from
the
man
's
coat
.
But
he
did
not
reach
out
.
His
hands
stayed
on
his
knees
,
numbed
and
useless
.
"
I
do
n't
talk
things
,
sir
,
"
said
Faber
.
"
I
talk
the
meaning
of
things
.
I
sit
here
and
know
I
'm
alive
.
"
That
was
all
there
was
to
it
,
really
.
An
hour
of
monologue
,
a
poem
,
a
comment
,
and
then
without
even
acknowledging
the
fact
that
Montag
was
a
fireman
,
Faber
with
a
certain
trembling
,
wrote
his
address
on
a
slip
of
paper
.
"
For
your
file
,
"
he
said
,
"
in
case
you
decide
to
be
angry
with
me
.
"
"
I
'm
not
angry
,
"
Montag
said
,
surprised
.
Mildred
shrieked
with
laughter
in
the
hall
.
Montag
went
to
his
bedroom
closet
and
flipped
through
his
file-wallet
to
the
heading
:
FUTURE
INVESTIGATIONS
(
?
)
.
Faber
's
name
was
there
.
He
had
n't
turned
it
in
and
he
had
n't
erased
it
.
He
dialled
the
call
on
a
secondary
phone
.
The
phone
on
the
far
end
of
the
line
called
Faber
's
name
a
dozen
times
before
the
professor
answered
in
a
faint
voice
.
Montag
identified
himself
and
was
met
with
a
lengthy
silence
.
"
Yes
,
Mr.
Montag
?
"
"
Professor
Faber
,
I
have
a
rather
odd
question
to
ask
.
How
many
copies
of
the
Bible
are
left
in
this
country
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
what
you
're
talking
about
!
"
"
I
want
to
know
if
there
are
any
copies
left
at
all
.
"
"
This
is
some
sort
of
a
trap
!
I
ca
n't
talk
to
just
anyone
on
the
phone
!
"
