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           yettheheartissuddenlyshattered,thebodyfallsinseparatemotionsandthebloodisastonishedtobefreedontheair; thebrainsquandersitsfewpreciousmemoriesand,puzzled,dies. 

           Thiswasnottobebelieved. Itwasmerelyagesture. Montagsawtheflirtofagreatmetalfistoverthefarcityandheknewthescreamofthejets thatwouldfollow,wouldsay,afterthedeed,disintegrate,leavenostoneonanother,perish. Die. 

           Montagheldthebombsintheskyforasinglemoment,withhismindandhishandsreachinghelplesslyupatthem. "Run!"hecriedtoFaber.ToClarisse,"Run!"ToMildred,"Getout,getoutofthere!" ButClarisse,heremembered,wasdead.AndFaberwasout;thereinthedeepvalleysofthecountrysomewherethefivea.m.buswasonitswayfromonedesolationtoanother. Thoughthedesolationhadnotyetarrived,wasstillintheair,itwascertainasmancouldmakeit. Beforethebushadrunanotherfiftyyardsonthehighway,itsdestinationwouldbemeaningless,anditspointofdeparturechangedfrommetropolistojunkyard. 

           AndMildred... 

           Getout,run! 

           Hesawherinherhotelroomsomewherenowinthehalfsecondremainingwiththebombsayard,afoot,aninchfromherbuilding. Hesawherleaningtowardthegreatshimmeringwallsofcolourandmotionwherethefamilytalkedandtalkedandtalkedtoher, wherethefamilyprattledandchattedandsaidhernameandsmiledatherandsaidnothingofthebombthatwasaninch, nowahalf-inch,nowaquarter-inchfromthetopofthehotel.