451 по фаренгейту

           Andifthey’renon-fiction,it’sworse,oneprofessorcallinganotheranidiot,onephilosopherscreamingdownanother’sgullet. Allofthemrunningabout,puttingoutthestarsandextinguishingthesun. Youcomeawaylost." 

           "Well,then,whatifafiremanaccidentally,reallynot,intendinganything,takesabookhomewithhim?" 

           Montagtwitched.Theopendoorlookedathimwithitsgreatvacanteye. 

           "Anaturalerror.Curiosityalone,"saidBeatty. "Wedon’tgetover-anxiousormad. Weletthefiremankeepthebooktwenty-fourhours. Ifhehasn’tburneditbythen,wesimplycomeandburnitforhim." 

           "Ofcourse."Montag’smouthwasdry. 

           "Well,Montag.Willyoutakeanother,latershift,today? Willweseeyoutonightperhaps?" 

           "Idon’tknow,"saidMontag. 

           "What?"Beattylookedfaintlysurprised. 

           Montagshuthiseyes. "I’llbeinlater.Maybe." 

           "We’dcertainlymissyouifyoudidn’tshow,"saidBeatty,puttinghispipeinhispocketthoughtfully. 

           I’llnevercomeinagain,thoughtMontag. 

           "Getwellandkeepwell,"saidBeatty. 

           Heturnedandwentoutthroughtheopendoor.