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"
You
're
wise
already
!
"
Montag
felt
his
feet
moving
him
on
the
sidewalk
toward
his
house
.
"
Keep
talking
.
"
"
Would
you
like
me
to
read
?
I
'll
read
so
you
can
remember
.
I
go
to
bed
only
five
hours
a
night
.
Nothing
to
do
.
So
if
you
like
;
I
'll
read
you
to
sleep
nights
.
They
say
you
retain
knowledge
even
when
you
're
sleeping
,
if
someone
whispers
it
in
your
ear
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Here
.
"
Far
away
across
town
in
the
night
,
the
faintest
whisper
of
a
turned
page
.
"
The
Book
of
Job
.
"
The
moon
rose
in
the
sky
as
Montag
walked
,
his
lips
moving
just
a
trifle
.
He
was
eating
a
light
supper
at
nine
in
the
evening
when
the
front
door
cried
out
in
the
hall
and
Mildred
ran
from
the
parlour
like
a
native
fleeing
an
eruption
of
Vesuvius
.
Mrs.
Phelps
and
Mrs.
Bowles
came
through
the
front
door
and
vanished
into
the
volcano
's
mouth
with
martinis
in
their
hands
:
Montag
stopped
eating
.
They
were
like
a
monstrous
crystal
chandelier
tinkling
in
a
thousand
chimes
,
he
saw
their
Cheshire
Cat
smiles
burning
through
the
walls
of
the
house
,
and
now
they
were
screaming
at
each
other
above
the
din
.
Montag
found
himself
at
the
parlour
door
with
his
food
still
in
his
mouth
.
"
Does
n't
everyone
look
nice
!
"
"
Nice
.
"
