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"
I
'm
going
home
,
"
quavered
Mrs.
Bowles
.
"
Montag
,
Montag
,
please
,
in
the
name
of
God
,
what
are
you
up
to
?
"
pleaded
Faber
.
"
Why
do
n't
you
just
read
us
one
of
those
poems
from
your
little
book
,
"
Mrs.
Phelps
nodded
.
"
I
think
that
'd
he
very
interesting
.
"
"
That
's
not
right
,
"
wailed
Mrs.
Bowles
.
"
We
ca
n't
do
that
!
"
"
Well
,
look
at
Mr.
Montag
,
he
wants
to
,
I
know
he
does
.
And
if
we
listen
nice
,
Mr.
Montag
will
be
happy
and
then
maybe
we
can
go
on
and
do
something
else
.
"
She
glanced
nervously
at
the
long
emptiness
of
the
walls
enclosing
them
.
"
Montag
,
go
through
with
this
and
I
'll
cut
off
,
I
'll
leave
.
"
The
beetle
jabbed
his
ear
.
"
What
good
is
this
,
what
'll
you
prove
?
"
"
Scare
hell
out
of
them
,
that
's
what
,
scare
the
living
daylights
out
!
"
Mildred
looked
at
the
empty
air
.
"
Now
Guy
,
just
who
are
you
talking
to
?
"
A
silver
needle
pierced
his
brain
.
"
Montag
,
listen
,
only
one
way
out
,
play
it
as
a
joke
,
cover
up
,
pretend
you
are
n't
mad
at
all
.
Then
--
walk
to
your
wall-incinerator
,
and
throw
the
book
in
!
"
Mildred
had
already
anticipated
this
in
a
quavery
voice
.
"
Ladies
,
once
a
year
,
every
fireman
's
allowed
to
bring
one
book
home
,
from
the
old
days
,
to
show
his
family
how
silly
it
all
was
,
how
nervous
that
sort
of
thing
can
make
you
,
how
crazy
.
Guy
's
surprise
tonight
is
to
read
you
one
sample
to
show
how
mixed-up
things
were
,
so
none
of
us
will
ever
have
to
bother
our
little
old
heads
about
that
junk
again
,
is
n't
that
right
,
darling
?
"
