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Quotes from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
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1 Approaching from the rear, Montag entered the men's washroom.
2 The sight of it rushed the men out and down away from the house.
3 Later, the men around Montag could not say if they had really seen anything.
4 There was a shriek and the jets from the city were gone overhead long before the men looked up.
5 Montag tried to see the men's faces, the old faces he remembered from the firelight, lined and tired.
6 The other men helped, and Montag helped, and there, in the wilderness, the men all moved their hands, putting out the fire together.
7 It stood near the smoking ruins of Montag's house and the men brought his discarded flame thrower to it and put it down under the muzzle of the Hound.
8 But now there was a long morning's walk until noon, and if the men were silent it was because there was everything to think about and much to remember.
9 The concussion knocked the air across and down the river, turned the men over like dominoes in a line, blew the water in lifting sprays, and blew the dust and made the trees above them mourn with a great wind passing away south.
10 And the men with the cigarettes in their straight-lined mouths, the men with the eyes of puff adders, took up their load of machine and tube, their case of liquid melancholy and the slow dark sludge of nameless stuff, and strolled out the door.
11 There was a silence gathered all about that fire and the silence was in the men's faces, and time was there, time enough to sit by this rusting track under the trees, and look at the world and turn it over with the eyes, as if it were held to the center of the bonfire, a piece of steel these men were all shaping.
12 Nights when things got dull, which was every night, the men slid down the brass poles, and set the ticking combinations of the olfactory system of the Hound and let loose rats in the firehouse areaway, and sometimes chickens, and sometimes cats that would have to be drowned anyway, and there would be betting to see which of the cats or chickens or rats the Hound would seize first.