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The Sieve and the Sand
"Gohomeandthinkofyourfirsthusbanddivorcedandyoursecondhusbandkilledinajet andyourthirdhusbandblowinghisbrainsout, gohomeandthinkofthedozenabortionsyou’vehad, gohomeandthinkofthatandyourdamnCaesariansections,too, andyourchildrenwhohateyourguts! Gohomeandthinkhowitallhappenedandwhatdidyoueverdotostopit? Gohome,gohome!"heyelled."BeforeIknockyoudownandkickyououtofthedoor!"
Doorsslammedandthehousewasempty. Montagstoodaloneinthewinterweather,withtheparlourwallsthecolourofdirtysnow.
Inthebathroom,waterran. HeheardMildredshakethesleepingtabletsintoherhand.
"Fool,Montag,fool,fool,ohGodyousillyfool..."
"Shutup!"Hepulledthegreenbulletfromhisearandjammeditintohispocket.
Itsizzledfaintly. "...fool...fool..."
HesearchedthehouseandfoundthebookswhereMildredhadstackedthembehindtherefrigerator. Someweremissingandheknewthatshehadstartedonherownslowprocessofdispersingthedynamiteinherhouse,stickbystick. Buthewasnotangrynow,onlyexhaustedandbewilderedwithhimself. Hecarriedthebooksintothebackyardandhidtheminthebushesnearthealleyfence. Fortonightonly,hethought,incaseshedecidestodoanymoreburning.
Hewentbackthroughthehouse. "Mildred?"Hecalledatthedoorofthedarkenedbedroom.Therewasnosound.
