He knew something, I know he did. Beatty came for a visit and had a "talk." He went over the history of the firemen, the change in society, he had all the answers, but I don't know if they're the right ones. Once he left I knew it had to be done, I revealed everything to Millie, all the books that lay hidden in the house. She was not happy, but she kept silent. I was determined to read them all, the pile of many books written by many people. I read, but it all slipped away just as fast, just like sand through a sieve. I need help and there is only one person who may help me. We met a long time ago in a park and never seen each other since. This old man named Faber seems like he may have the right answers. Society is so corrupted, so crooked, there is so few left willing to try to straighten our lives back, but have no idea how. I don't know anything anymore, it all keeps slipping out.
Montag
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