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The

old

man

said

nothing

,

but

glanced

once

more

nervously

,

at

his

bedroom

.

Montag

caught

the

glance

.

"

Well

?

"

The

old

man

took

a

deep

breath

,

held

it

,

and

let

it

out

.

He

took

another

,

eyes

closed

,

his

mouth

tight

,

and

at

last

exhaled

.

"

Montag

...

"

The

old

man

turned

at

last

and

said

,

"

Come

along

.

I

would

actually

have

let

you

walk

right

out

of

my

house

.

I

am

a

cowardly

old

fool

.

"

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Faber

opened

the

bedroom

door

and

led

Montag

into

a

small

chamber

where

stood

a

table

upon

which

a

number

of

metal

tools

lay

among

a

welter

of

microscopic

wire-hairs

,

tiny

coils

,

bobbins

,

and

crystals

.

"

What

's

this

?

"

asked

Montag

.

"

Proof

of

my

terrible

cowardice

.

I

've

lived

alone

so

many

years

,

throwing

images

on

walls

with

my

imagination

.

Fiddling

with

electronics

,

radio-transmission

,

has

been

my

hobby

.

My

cowardice

is

of

such

a

passion

,

complementing

the

revolutionary

spirit

that

lives

in

its

shadow

,

I

was

forced

to

design

this

.

"

He

picked

up

a

small

green-metal

object

no

larger

than

a

22

bullet

.

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"

I

paid

for

all

this

--

how

?

Playing

the

stock-market

,

of

course

,

the

last

refuge

in

the

world

for

the

dangerous

intellectual

out

of

a

job

.

Well

,

I

played

the

market

and

built

all

this

and

I

've

waited

.

I

've

waited

,

trembling

,

half

a

lifetime

for

someone

to

speak

to

me

.

I

dared

speak

to

no

one

.

That

day

in

the

park

when

we

sat

together

,

I

knew

that

some

day

you

might

drop

by

,

with

fire

or

friendship

,

it

was

hard

to

guess

.

I

've

had

this

little

item

ready

for

months

.

But

I

almost

let

you

go

,

I

'm

that

afraid

!

"

"

It

looks

like

a

Seashell

radio

.

"

"

And

something

more

!

It

listens

!

If

you

put

it

in

your

ear

,

Montag

,

I

can

sit

comfortably

home

,

warming

my

frightened

bones

,

and

hear

and

analyse

the

firemen

's

world

,

find

its

weaknesses

,

without

danger

.

I

'm

the

Queen

Bee

,

safe

in

the

hive

.

You

will

be

the

drone

,

the

travelling

ear

.

Eventually

,

I

could

put

out

ears

into

all

parts

of

the

city

,

with

various

men

,

listening

and

evaluating

.

If

the

drones

die

,

I

'm

still

safe

at

home

,

tending

my

fright

with

a

maximum

of

comfort

and

a

minimum

of

chance

.

See

how

safe

I

play

it

,

how

contemptible

I

am

?

"

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