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           Whenweforgethowclosethewildernessisinthenight,mygrandpasaid, somedayitwillcomeinandgetus,forwewillhaveforgottenhowterribleandrealitcanbe. Yousee?" GrangerturnedtoMontag. "Grandfather’sbeendeadforalltheseyears,butifyouliftedmyskull,byGod,intheconvolutionsofmybrain you’dfindthebigridgesofhisthumbprint. Hetouchedme. AsIsaidearlier,hewasasculptor. ‘IhateaRomannamedStatusQuo!’ hesaidtome. ‘Stuffyoureyeswithwonder,’hesaid,‘liveasifyou’ddropdeadintenseconds. Seetheworld. It’smorefantasticthananydreammadeorpaidforinfactories. Asknoguarantees,askfornosecurity,thereneverwassuchananimal. Andiftherewere,itwouldberelatedtothegreatslothwhichhangsupsidedowninatreealldayeveryday,sleepingitslifeaway. Tohellwiththat,’hesaid, ‘shakethetreeandknockthegreatslothdownonhisass.’" 

           "Look!"criedMontag. 

           Andthewarbeganandendedinthatinstant. 

           Later,themenaroundMontagcouldnotsayiftheyhadreallyseenanything. Perhapsthemerestflourishoflightandmotioninthesky. Perhapsthebombswerethere,andthejets,tenmiles,fivemiles,onemileup,forthemerestinstant, likegrainthrownovertheheavensbyagreatsowinghand, andthebombsdriftingwithdreadfulswiftness,yetsuddenslowness,downuponthemorningcitytheyhadleftbehind. Thebombardmentwastoallintentsandpurposesfinished,oncethejetshadsightedtheirtarget,alertedtheirbombardiersatfivethousandmilesanhour; asquickasthewhisperofascythethewarwasfinished. Oncethebomb-releasewasyankeditwasover. Now,afullthreeseconds,allofthetimeinhistory,beforethebombsstruck,theenemyshipsthemselvesweregonehalfaroundthevisibleworld, likebulletsinwhichasavageislandermightnotbelievebecausetheywereinvisible;