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211
"
You
're
peculiar
yourself
,
Mr.
Montag
.
Sometimes
I
even
forget
you
're
a
fireman
.
Now
,
may
I
make
you
angry
again
?
"
212
"
Go
ahead
.
"
213
"
How
did
it
start
?
How
did
you
get
into
it
?
How
did
you
pick
your
work
and
how
did
you
happen
to
think
to
take
the
job
you
have
?
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214
You
're
not
like
the
others
.
I
've
seen
a
few
;
I
know
.
When
I
talk
,
you
look
at
me
.
When
I
said
something
about
the
moon
,
you
looked
at
the
moon
,
last
night
.
The
others
would
never
do
that
.
The
others
would
walk
off
and
leave
me
talking
.
Or
threaten
me
.
No
one
has
time
any
more
for
anyone
else
.
You
're
one
of
the
few
who
put
up
with
me
.
That
's
why
I
think
it
's
so
strange
you
're
a
fireman
,
it
just
does
n't
seem
right
for
you
,
somehow
.
"
215
He
felt
his
body
divide
itself
into
a
hotness
and
a
coldness
,
a
softness
and
a
hardness
,
a
trembling
and
a
not
trembling
,
the
two
halves
grinding
one
upon
the
other
.
216
"
You
'd
better
run
on
to
your
appointment
,
"
he
said
.
217
And
she
ran
off
and
left
him
standing
there
in
the
rain
.
Only
after
a
long
time
did
he
move
.
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218
And
then
,
very
slowly
,
as
he
walked
,
he
tilted
his
head
back
in
the
rain
,
for
just
a
few
moments
,
and
opened
his
mouth
...
219
The
Mechanical
Hound
slept
but
did
not
sleep
,
lived
but
did
not
live
in
its
gently
humming
,
gently
vibrating
,
softly
illuminated
kennel
back
in
a
dark
corner
of
the
firehouse
.
The
dim
light
of
one
in
the
morning
,
the
moonlight
from
the
open
sky
framed
through
the
great
window
,
touched
here
and
there
on
the
brass
and
the
copper
and
the
steel
of
the
faintly
trembling
beast
.
Light
flickered
on
bits
of
ruby
glass
and
on
sensitive
capillary
hairs
in
the
nylon-brushed
nostrils
of
the
creature
that
quivered
gently
,
gently
,
gently
,
its
eight
legs
spidered
under
it
on
rubber-padded
paws
.
220
Montag
slid
down
the
brass
pole
.