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Burning Bright
Andwhenthewar’sover,someday,someyear,thebookscanbewrittenagain, thepeoplewillbecalledin,onebyone,torecitewhattheyknowandwe’llsetitupintypeuntil anotherDarkAge,whenwemighthavetodothewholedamnthingoveragain. Butthat’sthewonderfulthingaboutman;henevergetssodiscouraged ordisgustedthathegivesupdoingitalloveragain,becauseheknowsverywellitisimportantandworththedoing."
"Whatdowedotonight?"askedMontag.
"Wait,"saidGranger."Andmovedownstreamalittleway,justincase."
Hebeganthrowingdustanddirtonthefire.
Theothermenhelped,andMontaghelped,andthere,inthewilderness,themenallmovedtheirhands,puttingoutthefiretogether.
Theystoodbytheriverinthestarlight.
Montagsawtheluminousdialofhiswaterproof.Five.Fiveo’clockinthemorning. Anotheryeartickedbyinasinglehour,anddawnwaitingbeyondthefarbankoftheriver.
"Whydoyoutrustme?"saidMontag.
Amanmovedinthedarkness.
"Thelookofyou’senough. Youhaven’tseenyourselfinamirrorlately. Beyondthat,thecityhasnevercaredsomuchaboutustobotherwithanelaboratechaselikethistofindus. Afewcrackpotswithversesintheirheadscan’ttouchthem,andtheyknowitandweknowit;everyoneknowsit. Solongasthevastpopulationdoesn’twanderaboutquotingtheMagnaChartaandtheConstitution,it’sallright.
