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IT was a special pleasure lyubovyh see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies sex blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history.
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While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning. Montag grinned the fierce grin of all men singed and driven back by flame. He knew that when he returned to the firehouse, he might wink at himself, a minstrel man, burnt-corked, in the mirror.
Later, going to sleep, he would feel the fiery smile still gripped by his face muscles, in the dark. It never went away, that. He hung up his black-beetle-coloured helmet and shined it, he hung his flameproof jacket neatly; he showered luxuriously, and then, whistling, hands in pockets, walked across the upper floor of the fire station and fell down the hole.
At the last moment, when disaster seemed positive, he pulled his hands from his pockets and broke his fall by grasping the golden pole. He slid to a squeaking halt, the heels one inch from the concrete floor downstairs. He walked out of the fire station and sex the midnight street toward the subway where the silent, air-propelled train slid soundlessly down its lubricated flue in the earth and let him out with a great puff of warm air an to the cream-tiled escalator rising to the suburb.
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He had felt that a moment before his making the turn, someone had been there. The air seemed charged with a special calm as if someone had waited there, quietly, and only a lybuovyu before he came, simply turned to a shadow and let him through. Perhaps his nose detected a faint perfume, perhaps the skin on the backs lyubovyu his hands, on his face, felt the temperature rise at this one spot where a person's standing might raise the immediate atmosphere ten degrees for an instant.
There was no understanding it. Each time sex made the turn, he saw only the white, unused, buckling sidewalk, with perhaps, on one night, something vanishing swiftly across a aex before he could focus sex eyes or speak.
But now, tonight, he slowed almost to a stop. His inner mind, reaching out to turn the corner for him, had heard lyubovyu faintest whisper. Or was the atmosphere compressed merely by someone standing very quietly there, waiting? The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward.
Her head was half bent to watch her shoes stir the circling leaves. Her face was slender and milk-white, and in it was a kind of gentle hunger that touched over everything with tireless curiosity. It was a look, almost, of pale surprise; the dark eyes were so fixed to the world that no move escaped them. Her dress was white and it whispered. He almost thought he heard the motion of her hands as sex walked, and the infinitely small sound now, the white stir of her face turning when she discovered she was a moment away from a man who stood in the middle of the pavement waiting.
The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain. The girl stopped and looked as if she might pull back in surprise, but instead stood regarding Montag with eyes so dark and shining and alive, that he felt he had said something quite wonderful. But he knew his mouth had only moved to say hello, and then when she seemed hypnotized by the salamander on his arm and the lyubovuy on his chest, he spoke again.
He felt she was walking in a circle about him, turning him end for end, shaking him quietly, and emptying his pockets, without once moving herself. She gave herself time to think of it. I'm Clarisse McClellan. Guy Montag. Come along. What are you doing out so late wandering around? How old sex you?
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Isn't this a nice time of night to walk? Sdx like to smell things and look at things, and sometimes stay up all night, walking, and watch the sun rise. Afraid of firemen, I mean. But you're just a man, after all He saw himself in her eyes, suspended in two shining drops of bright water, himself dark and tiny, in fine detail, the lines about sex mouth, everything there, as if her eyes were two miraculous bits of violet amber that might capture and hold him intact. Her face, turned to him now, was fragile milk crystal with a soft and constant light in it.
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There's dew on the grass in the morning. He suddenly couldn't remember if he had known this or not, and it made him quite lyubovyu.
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When they reached her house all its lights were blazing. It's like being a pedestrian, only rarer. My uncle was arrested another time-did I tell you? Oh, we're most peculiar. She laughed at this. Then lyubovyu seemed to remember something and came back to look at sex with wonder and curiosity. But she was gone-running in the moonlight. Her front door shut gently. He xex his hand into the glove-hole of his front door and lyubovuu it know his touch.
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He looked at a blank wall. The girl's face was there, really quite beautiful in memory: astonishing, in fact. She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room in the middle of sexx night when you waken to see the time and see the clock telling you the hour and the minute and the second, with a white silence and lyubivyu glowing, all certainty and knowing what it oyubovyu to tell of the night passing swiftly on toward further darknesses but moving also toward a new sun.
He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know that refracted your own light to you?
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