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"
There
has
to
be
someone
ready
when
it
blows
up
.
"
"
What
?
Men
quoting
Milton
?
Saying
,
I
remember
Sophocles
?
Reminding
the
survivors
that
man
has
his
good
side
,
too
?
They
will
only
gather
up
their
stones
to
hurl
at
each
other
.
Montag
,
go
home
.
Go
to
bed
.
Why
waste
your
final
hours
racing
about
your
cage
denying
you
're
a
squirrel
?
"
"
Then
you
do
n't
care
any
more
?
"
"
I
care
so
much
I
'm
sick
.
"
"
And
you
wo
n't
help
me
?
"
"
Good
night
,
good
night
.
"
Montag
's
hands
picked
up
the
Bible
.
He
saw
what
his
hands
had
done
and
he
looked
surprised
.
"
Would
you
like
to
own
this
?
"
Faber
said
,
"
I
'd
give
my
right
arm
.
"
Montag
stood
there
and
waited
for
the
next
thing
to
happen
.
His
hands
,
by
themselves
,
like
two
men
working
together
,
began
to
rip
the
pages
from
the
book
.
The
hands
tore
the
flyleaf
and
then
the
first
and
then
the
second
page
.
