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It was a pleasure to burn
"Good-bye."
"Good-bye..."
Onetwothreefourfivesixsevendays:thefirehouse.
"Montag,youshinthatpolelikeabirdupatree."
Thirdday.
"Montag,Iseeyoucameinthebackdoorthistime.TheHoundbotheryou?"
"No,no."
Fourthday.
"Montag,afunnything.Heardtellthismorning. FiremaninSeattle,purposelysetaMechanicalHoundtohisownchemicalcomplexandletitloose. Whatkindofsuicidewouldyoucallthat?"
Fivesixsevendays.
Andthen,Clarissewasgone. Hedidn’tknowwhattherewasabouttheafternoon,butitwasnotseeinghersomewhereintheworld. Thelawnwasempty,thetreesempty,thestreetempty,andwhileatfirsthedidnotevenknowhemissedherorwasevenlookingforher,thefactwasthatbythetimehereachedthesubway,therewerevaguestirringsofuneaseinhim. Somethingwasthematter,hisroutinehadbeendisturbed. Asimpleroutine,true,establishedinashortfewdays,andyet...? Healmostturnedbacktomakethewalkagain,togivehertimetoappear.
