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The Sieve and the Sand
"Denham’s.Spelled:D-E-N"
Theytoilnot,neitherdothey...
Afiercewhisperofhotsandthroughemptysieve.
"Denham’sdoesit!"
Considerthelilies,thelilies,thelilies...
"Denham’sdentaldetergent."
"Shutup,shutup,shutup!"Itwasaplea,acrysoterriblethatMontagfoundhimselfonhisfeet, theshockedinhabitantsoftheloudcarstaring,movingbackfromthismanwiththeinsane,gorgedface,thegibbering,drymouth,theflappingbookinhisfist. Thepeoplewhohadbeensittingamomentbefore,tappingtheirfeettotherhythm ofDenham’sDentifrice,Denham’sDandyDentalDetergent,Denham’sDentifriceDentifriceDentifrice,onetwo,onetwothree,onetwo,onetwothree. ThepeoplewhosemouthshadbeenfaintlytwitchingthewordsDentifriceDentifriceDentifrice. ThetrainradiovomiteduponMontag,inretaliation,agreatton-loadofmusicmadeoftin,copper,silver,chromium,andbrass. Thepeoplewerepoundedintosubmission;theydidnotrun,therewasnoplacetorun;thegreatair-trainfelldownitsshaftintheearth.
"Liliesofthefield." "Denham’s."
"Lilies,Isaid!"
Thepeoplestared.
"Calltheguard."
"Theman’soff—"
