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"
You
know
the
law
.
Strict
to
the
letter
.
No
books
,
no
houses
,
nothing
to
be
produced
which
in
any
way
suggests
ghosts
,
vampires
,
fairies
,
or
any
creature
of
the
imagination
.
"
"
You
’
ll
be
burning
Babbitts
next
!
"
"
You
’
ve
caused
us
a
lot
of
trouble
,
Mr
.
Stendahl
.
It
’
s
in
the
record
.
Twenty
years
ago
.
On
Earth
.
You
and
your
library
.
"
"
Yes
,
me
and
my
library
.
And
a
few
others
like
me
.
Oh
,
Poe
’
s
been
forgotten
for
many
years
now
,
and
Oz
and
the
other
creatures
.
But
I
had
my
little
cache
.
We
had
our
libraries
,
a
few
private
citizens
,
until
you
sent
your
men
around
with
torches
and
incinerators
and
tore
my
fifty
thousand
books
up
and
burned
them
.
Just
as
you
put
a
stake
through
the
heart
of
Halloween
and
told
your
film
producers
that
if
they
made
anything
at
all
they
would
have
to
make
and
remake
Earnest
Hemingway
.
My
God
,
how
many
times
have
I
seen
For
Whom
the
Bell
Tolls
done
!
Thirty
different
versions
.
All
realistic
.
Oh
,
realism
!
Oh
,
here
,
oh
,
now
,
oh
hell
!
"
"
It
doesn
’
t
pay
to
be
bitter
!
"
"
Mr
.
Garrett
,
you
must
turn
in
a
full
report
,
mustn
’
t
you
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Then
,
for
curiosity
’
s
sake
,
you
’
d
better
come
in
and
look
around
.
It
’
ll
take
only
a
minute
.
"
"
All
right
.
Lead
the
way
.
And
no
tricks
.
I
’
ve
a
gun
with
me
.
"
