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           Leaningintothewallasifallofthehungeroflookingwouldfindthesecretofhersleeplessuneasethere. Mildred,leaninganxiously,nervously,asiftoplunge,drop,fallintothatswarmingimmensityofcolourtodrowninitsbrighthappiness. 

           Thefirstbombstruck. 

           "Mildred!" 

           Perhaps,whowouldeverknow? Perhapsthegreatbroadcastingstationswiththeirbeamsofcolour andlightandtalkandchatterwentfirstintooblivion. 

           Montag,fallingflat,goingdown,saworfelt,orimaginedhesaworfeltthewallsgodarkinMillie’sface,heardherscreaming, becauseinthemillionthpartoftimeleft,shesawherownfacereflectedthere, inamirrorinsteadofacrystalball,anditwassuchawildlyemptyface,allbyitselfintheroom,touchingnothing,starvedandeatingofitself, thatatlastsherecognizeditasherownandlookedquicklyupattheceilingasitandtheentirestructureofthehotelblasteddownuponher,carryingherwithamillionpoundsofbrick, metal,plaster,andwood,tomeetotherpeopleinthehivesbelow,allontheirquickwaydowntothecellarwheretheexplosionriditselfoftheminitsownunreasonableway. 

           Iremember.Montagclungtotheearth.Iremember.Chicago. Chicago,alongtimeago.MillieandI.That’swherewemet! Iremembernow.Chicago.Alongtimeago. 

           Theconcussionknockedtheairacrossanddowntheriver, turnedthemenoverlikedominoesinaline,blewthewaterinliftingsprays, andblewthedustandmadethetreesabovethemmournwithagreatwindpassingawaysouth.