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- I am not happy.I am not happy.
-  It was like coming into the cold marbled room of a mausoleum after the moon has  set.
- Mildred!
- The room was not empty.Still Montag was alone in a room with nothing in it. 
-  Without turning on the light he imagined how this room would look. His wife stretched  on  the  bed,  uncovered  and  cold,  like  a  body  displayed  on  the  lid  of  a tomb, her eyes fixed to the ceiling by invisible threads of steel, immovable. It was an empty room.
- Emergency hospital.
- He turned on his igniter after kicking an object in the dark, only to then see Mildred. Her face was like a snow-covered island upon which rain might fall, but it felt no rain; over which clouds might pass their  moving shadows, but she felt no shadow. Passed out from the whole bottle of sleeping pills. He really was alone.
- As he stood there the sky over the  house screamed. His world stopped for a second.Then it shattered, it was bombed and torn apart.
- No exclamation point. Just a whisper. A terrible whisper.
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