“I—I’ve been thinking. About the fire last week. About the man whose library we fixed. What happened to him?” “They took him screaming off to the asylum.” “He wasn’t insane.” Beatty arranged his cards quietly. “Any man’s insane who thinks he can fool the government and us.” “I’ve tried to imagine,” said Montag, “just how it would feel. I mean, to have firemen burn our houses and our books.” “We haven’t any books.” “But if we did have some.” “You got some?”
