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"
Nobody
listens
any
more
.
I
ca
n't
talk
to
the
walls
because
they
're
yelling
at
me
.
I
ca
n't
talk
to
my
wife
;
she
listens
to
the
walls
.
I
just
want
someone
to
hear
what
I
have
to
say
.
And
maybe
if
I
talk
long
enough
,
it
'll
make
sense
.
And
I
want
you
to
teach
me
to
understand
what
I
read
.
"
Faber
examined
Montag
's
thin
,
blue-jowled
face
.
"
How
did
you
get
shaken
up
?
What
knocked
the
torch
out
of
your
hands
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
We
have
everything
we
need
to
be
happy
,
but
we
are
n't
happy
.
Something
's
missing
.
I
looked
around
.
The
only
thing
I
positively
knew
was
gone
was
the
books
I
'd
burned
in
ten
or
twelve
years
.
So
I
thought
books
might
help
.
"
"
You
're
a
hopeless
romantic
,
"
said
Faber
.
"
It
would
be
funny
if
it
were
not
serious
.
It
's
not
books
you
need
,
it
's
some
of
the
things
that
once
were
in
books
.
The
same
things
could
be
in
the
'
parlour
families
'
today
.
The
same
infinite
detail
and
awareness
could
be
projected
through
the
radios
and
televisors
,
but
are
not
.
No
,
no
,
it
's
not
books
at
all
you
're
looking
for
!
Take
it
where
you
can
find
it
,
in
old
phonograph
records
,
old
motion
pictures
,
and
in
old
friends
;
look
for
it
in
nature
and
look
for
it
in
yourself
.
Books
were
only
one
type
of
receptacle
where
we
stored
a
lot
of
things
we
were
afraid
we
might
forget
.
There
is
nothing
magical
in
them
at
all
.
The
magic
is
only
in
what
books
say
,
how
they
stitched
the
patches
of
the
universe
together
into
one
garment
for
us
.
Of
course
you
could
n't
know
this
,
of
course
you
still
ca
n't
understand
what
I
mean
when
I
say
all
this
.
You
are
intuitively
right
,
that
's
what
counts
.
Three
things
are
missing
.
"
Number
one
:
Do
you
know
why
books
such
as
this
are
so
important
?
Because
they
have
quality
.
And
what
does
the
word
quality
mean
?
To
me
it
means
texture
.
This
book
has
pores
.
It
has
features
.
This
book
can
go
under
the
microscope
.
You
'd
find
life
under
the
glass
,
streaming
past
in
infinite
profusion
.
The
more
pores
,
the
more
truthfully
recorded
details
of
life
per
square
inch
you
can
get
on
a
sheet
of
paper
,
the
more
'
literary
'
you
are
.
That
's
my
definition
,
anyway
.
Telling
detail
.
Fresh
detail
.
The
good
writers
touch
life
often
.
The
mediocre
ones
run
a
quick
hand
over
her
.
The
bad
ones
rape
her
and
leave
her
for
the
flies
.
"
So
now
do
you
see
why
books
are
hated
and
feared
?
They
show
the
pores
in
the
face
of
life
.
The
comfortable
people
want
only
wax
moon
faces
,
poreless
,
hairless
,
expressionless
.
We
are
living
in
a
time
when
flowers
are
trying
to
live
on
flowers
,
instead
of
growing
on
good
rain
and
black
loam
.
Even
fireworks
,
for
all
their
prettiness
,
come
from
the
chemistry
of
the
earth
.
Yet
somehow
we
think
we
can
grow
,
feeding
on
flowers
and
fireworks
,
without
completing
the
cycle
back
to
reality
.
Do
you
know
the
legend
of
Hercules
and
Antaeus
,
the
giant
wrestler
,
whose
strength
was
incredible
so
long
as
he
stood
firmly
on
the
earth
.
But
when
he
was
held
,
rootless
,
in
mid-air
,
by
Hercules
,
he
perished
easily
.
If
there
is
n't
something
in
that
legend
for
us
today
,
in
this
city
,
in
our
time
,
then
I
am
completely
insane
.
Well
,
there
we
have
the
first
thing
I
said
we
needed
.
Quality
,
texture
of
information
.
"
"
And
the
second
?
"
"
Leisure
.
"
"
Oh
,
but
we
've
plenty
of
off-hours
.
"
"
Off-hours
,
yes
.
But
time
to
think
?
If
you
're
not
driving
a
hundred
miles
an
hour
,
at
a
clip
where
you
ca
n't
think
of
anything
else
but
the
danger
,
then
you
're
playing
some
game
or
sitting
in
some
room
where
you
ca
n't
argue
with
the
fourwall
televisor
.
Why
?
The
televisor
is
'
real
.
'
It
is
immediate
,
it
has
dimension
.
It
tells
you
what
to
think
and
blasts
it
in
.
It
must
be
,
right
.
It
seems
so
right
.
It
rushes
you
on
so
quickly
to
its
own
conclusions
your
mind
has
n't
time
to
protest
,
'
What
nonsense
!
'
"
