We burned a woman... and no one cares. Yesterday was a fire unlike any other, a woman was still at the house when we arrived, we did our job the best we could while ignoring her. We gathered all the books, soaked them in kerosene, but we didn't light the fire, she did, and she burned. The other firemen don't care, Mildred doesn't care, so why do I care? Mildred tells me the woman was a fool, that it was her fault, I don't believe any of it. She doesn't even care, I tell her we burned a lady, she tells me about her day. Is it me that's wrong, or is it everyone else in this weird world we call home. I don't want to go to work.
Montag
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