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Mildred
said
,
"
Here
.
"
"
Get
away
,
"
said
Montag
.
"
Life
becomes
one
big
pratfall
,
Montag
;
everything
bang
,
boff
,
and
wow
!
"
"
Wow
,
"
said
Mildred
,
yanking
at
the
pillow
.
"
For
God
's
sake
,
let
me
be
!
"
cried
Montag
passionately
.
Beatty
opened
his
eyes
wide
.
Mildred
's
hand
had
frozen
behind
the
pillow
.
Her
fingers
were
tracing
the
book
's
outline
and
as
the
shape
became
familiar
her
face
looked
surprised
and
then
stunned
.
Her
mouth
opened
to
ask
a
question
...
"
Empty
the
theatres
save
for
clowns
and
furnish
the
rooms
with
glass
walls
and
pretty
colours
running
up
and
down
the
walls
like
confetti
or
blood
or
sherry
or
sauterne
.
You
like
baseball
,
do
n't
you
,
Montag
?
"
"
Baseball
's
a
fine
game
.
"
Now
Beatty
was
almost
invisible
,
a
voice
somewhere
behind
a
screen
of
smoke
