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           Andyouscreamed,‘Carcassesbleedatthesightofthemurderer!’ AndIsaid,pattingyourhand,‘What,doIgiveyoutrenchmouth?’ Andyoushrieked,‘Knowledgeispower!’and‘Adwarfonagiant’sshouldersofthefurthestofthetwo!’ andIsummedmysideupwithrareserenityin, ‘Thefollyofmistakingametaphorforaproof,atorrentofverbiageforaspringofcapitaltruths,andoneselfasanoracle,isinborninus, Mr.Valeryoncesaid.’" 

           Montag’sheadwhirledsickeningly. Hefeltbeatenunmercifullyonbrow,eyes,nose,lips,chin,onshoulders,onupflailingarms. Hewantedtoyell,"No!shutup,you’reconfusingthings,stopit!" Beatty’sgracefulfingersthrustouttoseizehiswrist. 

           "God,whatapulse!I’vegotyougoing,haveI,Montag. JesusGod,yourpulsesoundslikethedayafterthewar. Everythingbutsirensandbells! ShallItalksomemore?Ilikeyourlookofpanic. Swahili,Indian,EnglishLit.,Ispeakthemall. Akindofexcellentdumbdiscourse,Willie!" 

           "Montag,holdon!"ThemothbrushedMontag’sear."He’smuddyingthewaters!" 

           "Oh,youwerescaredsilly,"saidBeatty, "forIwasdoingaterriblethinginusingtheverybooksyouclungto,torebutyouoneveryhand,oneverypoint! Whattraitorsbookscanbe! Youthinkthey’rebackingyouup,andtheyturnonyou. Otherscanusethem,too,andthereyouare,lostinthemiddleofthemoor,inagreatwelterofnounsandverbsandadjectives. Andattheveryendofmydream,alongIcamewiththeSalamanderandsaid, Goingmyway? Andyougotinandwedrovebacktothefirehouseinbeatificsilence,alldwindledawaytopeace. "BeattyletMontag’swristgo,letthehandslumplimplyonthetable. "All’swellthatiswellintheend."