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' he said in his excited squeaky voice. 'It all balances you see. The living have to remember the dead have to forget. Conservation of energy. ' The bulldozer's engine stuttered into silence. Mr Vicenti held up a hand. It glowed like a. generic celebrex Gone. Montag sat in his chair. Below the orange dragon coughed into life. Montag slid down the pole like a man in a dream. The Mechanical Hound leapt up in its kennel its eyes all green flame. "Montag you forgot your helmet!" He seized it off the wall behind him ran leapt and they were off the night wind hammering about their siren scream and their mighty metal thunder ! It was a flaking three-storey house in the ancient part of the city a century old if it was a day but like all houses it had been given a thin fireproof plastic sheath many years ago and this preservative shell seemed to be the only thing holding it in the sky. "Here we are !" The engine slamme! d to a stop. Beatty Stoneman and Black ran up the sidewalk suddenly odious and fat in the plump fireproof slickers. Montag followed. They crashed the front door and grabbed at a woman though she was not running she was not trying to escape. She was only standing weaving from side to side her eyes fixed upon a nothingness in the wall as if they had struck her a terrible blow upon the head. Her tongue was moving in her mouth and her eyes seemed to be trying to remember something and then they remembered and her tongue moved again: " 'Play the man Master Ridley; we shall this day light such a candle by God's grace in England as I trust shall never be put out. ' " "Enough of that!" said Beatty. "Where are they?" He slapped her face with amazing objectivity and repeated the question. The old woman's eyes came to a focus upon Beatty. "You know where they are or you wouldn't be here " she said. Stoneman held out the telephone alarm card with the complaint signed in telephone dupli! cate on the back "Have reason to suspect attic; 11 No. Elm City. --- E. B. " "That would be Mrs. Blake my neighbour;" said the woman reading the initials. "All right men let's get 'em!" Next thing they were up in musty blackness swinging silver hatchets at doors that were after all unlocked tumbling through like boys all rollick and shout. "Hey! " A fountain of books sprang down upon Montag as he climbed shuddering up the sheer stair-well. How inconvenient! Always before it had been like snuffing a candle. The police went first and adhesive-taped the victim's mouth and bandaged him off into their glittering beetle cars so when you arrived you found an empty house. You weren't hurting anyone you were hurting only things! And since things really couldn't be hurt since things felt nothing and things don't scream or whimper as this woman might begin to scream and cry out there was nothing to tease your conscience later. You were simply. dwda8r85r85788dfc88we4865h11se