f451.pbt Wesley Troye
Montāžas Teksta
- What do you want?
- Who is it?
- Let me in.
- Montag out here.
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- I'm sorry. One has to be careful.
- You swear it?
- I haven't done anything!
- I'm alone dammit!
- I swear!
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- So it's true? Sit down... That book- where did you-?
- I stole it.
- No, my wifes dying, Someone who may have been my friend was burnt less than 24 hours ago. You're the only one I knew might help me.
- You're brave.
- It' been a long time. I'm not a religious man, but it's been a long time. Well supposed you tell me why you came here?
- May I?
- Sorry.
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- I don't know. We have everything we need to be happy but we aren't happy. Somethings missing. I looked around, the only thing I positively knew was gone was books, I'd burned in ten or twelve years. So i thought books might help.
- Nobody listens anymore. I can't talk to the walk because they're yelling at me. I can't talk to my wife; she listens to the walls. I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough it'll make sense. And I want you to teach me to understand what I read.
- How did you get shaken up? What knocked the torch out of your hands?
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