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An
instant
before
his
foot
hit
the
object
on
the
floor
he
knew
he
would
hit
such
an
object
.
It
was
not
unlike
the
feeling
he
had
experienced
before
turning
the
corner
and
almost
knocking
the
girl
down
.
His
foot
,
sending
vibrations
ahead
,
received
back
echoes
of
the
small
barrier
across
its
path
even
as
the
foot
swung
.
His
foot
kicked
.
The
object
gave
a
dull
clink
and
slid
off
in
darkness
.
He
stood
very
straight
and
listened
to
the
person
on
the
dark
bed
in
the
completely
featureless
night
.
The
breath
coming
out
of
the
nostrils
was
so
faint
it
stirred
only
the
furthest
fringes
of
life
,
a
small
leaf
,
a
black
feather
,
a
single
fibre
of
hair
.
He
still
did
not
want
outside
light
.
He
pulled
out
his
igniter
,
felt
the
salamander
etched
on
its
silver
disc
,
gave
it
a
flick
...
.
Two
moonstones
looked
up
at
him
in
the
light
of
his
small
hand-held
fire
;
two
pale
moonstones
buried
in
a
creek
of
clear
water
over
which
the
life
of
the
world
ran
,
not
touching
them
.
"
Mildred
!
"
Her
face
was
like
a
snow-covered
island
upon
which
rain
might
fall
;
but
it
felt
no
rain
;
over
which
clouds
might
pass
their
moving
shadows
,
but
she
felt
no
shadow
.
There
was
only
the
singing
of
the
thimble-wasps
in
her
tamped-shut
ears
,
and
her
eyes
all
glass
,
and
breath
going
in
and
out
,
softly
,
faintly
,
in
and
out
of
her
nostrils
,
and
her
not
caring
whether
it
came
or
went
,
went
or
came
.
The
object
he
had
sent
tumbling
with
his
foot
now
glinted
under
the
edge
of
his
own
bed
.
The
small
crystal
bottle
of
sleeping-tablets
which
earlier
today
had
been
filled
with
thirty
capsules
and
which
now
lay
uncapped
and
empty
in
the
light
of
the
tiny
flare
.
As
he
stood
there
the
sky
over
the
house
screamed
.
There
was
a
tremendous
ripping
sound
as
if
two
giant
hands
had
torn
ten
thousand
miles
of
black
linen
down
the
seam
.
Montag
was
cut
in
half
.
He
felt
his
chest
chopped
down
and
split
apart
.
The
jet-bombs
going
over
,
going
over
,
going
over
,
one
two
,
one
two
,
one
two
,
six
of
them
,
nine
of
them
,
twelve
of
them
,
one
and
one
and
one
and
another
and
another
and
another
,
did
all
the
screaming
for
him
.
He
opened
his
own
mouth
and
let
their
shriek
come
down
and
out
between
his
bared
teeth
.
The
house
shook
.
The
flare
went
out
in
his
hand
.
The
moonstones
vanished
.
He
felt
his
hand
plunge
toward
the
telephone
.
The
jets
were
gone
.
He
felt
his
lips
move
,
brushing
the
mouthpiece
of
the
phone
.
"
Emergency
hospital
.
"
A
terrible
whisper
.
He
felt
that
the
stars
had
been
pulverized
by
the
sound
of
the
black
jets
and
that
in
the
morning
the
earth
would
be
thought
as
he
stood
shivering
in
the
dark
,
and
let
his
lips
go
on
moving
and
moving
.
