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Consider
the
lilies
of
the
field
,
shut
up
,
shut
up
.
"
Dentifrice
!
"
He
tore
the
book
open
and
flicked
the
pages
and
felt
them
as
if
he
were
blind
,
he
picked
at
the
shape
of
the
individual
letters
,
not
blinking
.
"
Denham
's
.
Spelled
:
D-E-N
"
They
toil
not
,
neither
do
they
...
A
fierce
whisper
of
hot
sand
through
empty
sieve
.
"
Denham
's
does
it
!
"
Consider
the
lilies
,
the
lilies
,
the
lilies
...
"
Denham
's
dental
detergent
.
"
"
Shut
up
,
shut
up
,
shut
up
!
"
It
was
a
plea
,
a
cry
so
terrible
that
Montag
found
himself
on
his
feet
,
the
shocked
inhabitants
of
the
loud
car
staring
,
moving
back
from
this
man
with
the
insane
,
gorged
face
,
the
gibbering
,
dry
mouth
,
the
flapping
book
in
his
fist
.
The
people
who
had
been
sitting
a
moment
before
,
tapping
their
feet
to
the
rhythm
of
Denham
's
Dentifrice
,
Denham
's
Dandy
Dental
Detergent
,
Denham
's
Dentifrice
Dentifrice
Dentifrice
,
one
two
,
one
two
three
,
one
two
,
one
two
three
.
The
people
whose
mouths
had
been
faintly
twitching
the
words
Dentifrice
Dentifrice
Dentifrice
.
The
train
radio
vomited
upon
Montag
,
in
retaliation
,
a
great
ton-load
of
music
made
of
tin
,
copper
,
silver
,
chromium
,
and
brass
.
The
people
were
pounded
into
submission
;
they
did
not
run
,
there
was
no
place
to
run
;
the
great
air-train
fell
down
its
shaft
in
the
earth
.
