If You Knew Then What I Know Now Sparknotes

Somewhere the saving and putting away had to begin again and someone had to do the saving and keeping, one way or another, in books, in records, in people's heads, whatsoever way at all and so long as it was prophylactic, free from moths, silverish-fish, rust and dry-rot, and men with matches.

Fahrenheit 451 (1953) by Ray Bradbury, a novel based on his own short story "The Fireman" (originally published in Galaxy Scientific discipline Fiction Vol. ane No. 5 in Feb 1951), follows the exploits and self-examination of fireman Guy Montag in a dystopian society where books are banned and firemen create fires rather than put them out in order to protect society from the supposed dangers of reading.

Run across too: Fahrenheit 451 : Coda 1979

FAHRENHEIT 451: The temperature at which volume newspaper catches burn and burns.

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If they give you lot ruled paper, write the other manner.
Quotation of Juan Ramón Jiménez, used every bit an epigraph on the first page.

Part 1: The Hearth and the Salamander [edit]

• It was a pleasance to fire.
  • p. 1 (opening line)

• I'm seventeen and I'chiliad crazy. My uncle says the 2 always get together. When people inquire your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane.(7)

• And then she seemed to call back something and came back to look at him with wonder and curiosity. "Are y'all happy?" she said. (7)

• Monday burn Millay, Wed Whitman, Friday Faulkner, burn 'em to ashes, and then burn the ashes. That's our official slogan. (8)

• "Practise you ever read any of the books you burn?"
  He laughed. "That'south confronting the law!"
  "Oh. Of class." (5)

• Yous're non like the others. I've seen a few; I know. When I talk, you expect at me. When I said something virtually the moon, yous looked at the moon, last dark. The others would never exercise that. The others would walk off and leave me talking. Or threaten me. No ane has time any more for anyone else. You're one of the few who put up with me. That's why I think it's and so strange y'all're a fireman. It just doesn't seem right for yous, somehow.'"(23-24)

• I sometimes call up drivers don't know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly. If you lot showed a driver a green blur, Oh yep! he'd say, that'southward grass! A pink blur! That'southward a rose garden! White blurs are houses. Brownish blurs are cows. My uncle drove slowly on a highway in one case. He collection forty miles per hr and they jailed him for 2 days. Isn't that funny, and pitiful, besides? (ix)

• "That'southward sad," said Montag, quietly,(referring to The Hound) "because all we put into it is hunting and finding and killing. What a shame if that's all it can ever know."

• They crashed the forepart door and grabbed at a adult female, though she was non running, she was non trying to escape. She was only standing, weaving from side to side, her eyes fixed upon a nothingness in the wall as if they had struck her a terrible accident upon the head. Her tongue was moving in her mouth, and her eyes seemed to be trying to remember something, and then they remembered and her tongue moved again:
  "Play the human, Master Ridley; nosotros shall this twenty-four hours light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, equally I trust shall never be put out."
  • This is a quotation of Hugh Latimer to Nicholas Ridley as they were most to be burned at the stake every bit heretics during the reign of "Encarmine Mary", Queen Mary I of England, at Oxford, on Oct 16, 1555.

• How inconvenient! Always before it had been like snuffing a candle. The police went outset and agglutinative-taped the victim'due south oral fissure and bandaged him off into their glittering protrude cars, so when you arrived you lot plant an empty house. You weren't pain anyone, you were hurting only things! And since things really couldn't be injure, since things felt nothing, and things don't scream or whimper, as this woman might begin to scream and weep out, there was nothing to tease your censor subsequently. Yous were simply cleaning up. Janitorial piece of work, substantially. Everything to its proper identify. Quick with the kerosene! Who'due south got a match? (36)

• So it was the hand that started it all. He felt one mitt and then the other piece of work his coat complimentary and let it slump to the floor. He held his pants out into an completeness and permit them fall into darkness. His hands had been infected, and soon it would exist his artillery. He could experience the toxicant working up his wrists and into his elbows and his shoulders and and so jump over from shoulder blade to shoulder blade like a spark leaping a gap. His hands were ravenous. And his eyes were beginning to experience hunger as if they must look at something, anything, everything.

• She's nil to me; she shouldn't take had books. Information technology was her responsibility, she should have thought of that. I detest her. She'south got you going and adjacent thing y'all know we'll exist out, no house, no job, nix.

• It took some man a lifetime perhaps to put some of his thoughts down, looking effectually at the world and life, and and so I came along in two minutes and boom! it's all over. (49)

• Let you solitary! That's all very well, but how can I exit myself alone? We need not to be allow solitary. Nosotros demand to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something existent? (49)

• Bigger the population, the more than minorities. Don't step on the toes of the dog lovers, the true cat lovers, doctors, lawyers, merchants, chiefs, Mormons, Baptists, Unitarians, 2nd-generation Chinese, Swedes, Italians, Germans, Texans, Brooklynites, Irishmen, people from Oregon or Mexico. The people in this volume, this play, this TV serial are not meant to represent whatever actual painters, cartographers, mechanics anywhere. The bigger your market, Montag, the less y'all handle controversy, think that!... Authors, total of evil thoughts, lock up your typewriters. They did.(54)

• Many were those whose sole knowledge of Hamlet (you know the championship certainly, Montag; it is probably only a faint rumor of a title to you, Mrs. Montag) whose sole knowledge, equally I say, of Hamlet was a one-folio digest in a book that claimed: 'Now at to the lowest degree you tin can read all the classics; keep up with your neighbors.' Do you see? Out of the nursery into the higher and dorsum to the plant nursery; there's your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or more.

• Schoolhouse is shortened, discipline relaxed, philosophies, histories, languages dropped, English and spelling gradually gradually neglected, finally nigh completely ignored. Life is firsthand, the task counts, pleasance lies all near later piece of work. Why learn anything save pressing buttons, pulling switches, fitting nuts and bolts?

• With school turning out more than runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators, the word `intellectual,' of class, became the swear word it deserved to be. You ever dread the unfamiliar. (folio 58)

• We must all be alike. Non everyone born free and equal, every bit the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; and then all are happy, for there are no mountains to brand them cower, to judge themselves against.

• A book is a loaded gun in the house next door. Burn it. Take the shot from the weapon. Breach man'south mind. Who knows who might be the target of the well-read homo? Me? I won't breadbasket them for a minute. (56)

• People want to be happy, isn't that right? Haven't you heard it all your life? I desire to exist happy, people say. Well, aren't they? Don't we proceed them moving, don't nosotros give them fun? That'southward all we alive for, isn't it? For pleasance, for titillation? And you must admit our culture provides plenty of these. (59)

• Colored people don't like Footling Black Sambo. Burn down it. White people don't feel good about Uncle Tom's Motel. Burn it. (59)

• She didn't desire to know how a thing was done, just why. That can exist embarrassing. You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it. The poor daughter's meliorate off dead. (threescore)

• ' Y'all can't build a house without nails and woods. If you don't want a business firm built, hibernate the nails and wood.' If you lot don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; requite him i. Better yet, give him none. Allow him forget there is such a thing as war. (61)

• Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more than popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of non-combustible data, chock them and then damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'bright' with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll go a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't alter. Don't requite them any glace stuff similar philosophy or folklore to tie things up with. That manner lies melancholy. Whatsoever man who can take a TV wall apart and put it back together again, and most men can nowadays, is happier than any man who tries to slide rule, measure, and equate the universe, which just won't be measured or equated without making human being feel bestial and solitary. I know, I've tried it; to hell with information technology.(61)

• I hope I've clarified things. The of import matter for you to call back, Montag, is we're the Happiness Boys, the Dixie Duo, yous and I and the others. We stand confronting the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and idea. We have our fingers in the dike. Concord steady. Don't let the torrent of melancholy and drear philosophy drown our world. We depend on you. I don't think yous realize how important you lot are, to our happy world as it stands at present.(61-62)

• At least once in his career, every firewoman gets an itch. What do the books say, he wonders. Oh, to scratch that itch, eh? Well, Montag, take my word for information technology, I've had to read a few in my time, to know what I was nigh, and the books say nothing! Goose egg you tin teach or believe. They're about nonexistent people, figments of imagination, if they're fiction. And if they're non-fiction, it'south worse, one professor calling another an idiot, one philosopher screaming down some other's gullet. All of them running well-nigh, putting out the stars and extinguishing the sunday. You come away lost.

• And if there is something here, just i picayune matter out of a whole mess of things, perchance we can pass it on to someone else.

• That woman, the other night, Millie, you weren't there. You didn't see her face. And Clarisse. Yous never talked to her. I talked to her. And men similar Beatty are afraid of her. I can't understand it. Why should they be so afraid of someone like her? Only I kept putting her alongside the firemen in the house last night, and I all of a sudden realized I didn't like them at all, and I didn't similar myself at all any more than.(67)

• Montag picked a unmarried small-scale volume from the flooring. "Where do we brainstorm?" He opened the book halfway and peered at information technology. "We begin by beginning, I judge." (68)

• "It is computed that eleven yard persons accept at several times suffered decease rather than submit to suspension eggs at the smaller end." --Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels

Function 2: The Sieve and the Sand [edit]

• We have everything we need to be happy, just we aren't happy. Something'due south missing. I looked around. The only thing I positively knew was gone was the books I'd burned in ten or twelve years. So I thought books might help.(78)

• The aforementioned infinite particular and awareness could exist projected through the radios and televisors, but are not. No, no, it's non books at all you're looking for! Have it where y'all tin can discover it, in old phonograph records, old move pictures, and in old friends; look for it in nature and wait for it in yourself. Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things nosotros were afraid we might forget. There is zippo magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for u.s.. Of course yous couldn't know this, of grade you still can't sympathise what I mean when I say all this.(82)

• The practiced writers touch life frequently. The mediocre ones run a quick manus over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies. (83)

• Do yous know the legend of Hercules and Antaeus, the giant wrestler, whose force was incredible and so long as he stood firmly on the earth. Simply when he was held, rootless, in mid-air, by Hercules, he perished easily. If there isn't something in that legend for us today, in this metropolis, in our time, then I am completely insane. (83)

• After all, when we had all the books we needed, we still insisted on finding the highest cliff to jump off. But we do demand knowledge. And perhaps in a thousand years we might pick smaller cliffs to bound off. (86)

• The books are to remind u.s.a. what asses and fools nosotros are. They're Caesar'due south praetorian guard, whispering equally the parade roars downward the artery, 'Call up, Caesar, thousand art mortal.' Most of the states can't rush around, talk to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven't time, money or that many friends. The things you're looking for, Montag, are in the world, merely the only way the average chap will ever see 90-nine per cent of them is in a book. Don't inquire for guarantees. And don't look to exist saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your ain scrap of saving, and if you drown, at to the lowest degree dice knowing you were headed for shore.(82)

• Remember the firemen are rarely necessary. The public stopped reading of its own accord. You firemen provide a circus at present and then at which buildings are set off and crowds gather for the pretty blaze, but its a small sideshow indeed, and hardly necessary to keep things in line. Then few want to be rebels anymore. And out of those few, most, like myself, scare easily. Tin you dance faster than the White Clown, shout louder than 'Mr. Gimmick' and the parlor 'families'? If you lot tin can, you'll win your way, Montag. In any event, you're a fool. People are having fun.(87)
  • Faber to Montag

• Those who don't build must burn down.

• Out of two split up and opposite things, a third. And 1 mean solar day he would look back upon the fool and know the fool.

• If there were no war, if in that location was peace in the world, I'd say fine, take fun! But, Montag, you mustn't go back to existence just a fire-eater. All isn't well with the world.

• You're afraid of making mistakes. Don't be. Mistakes can be profited by. Man, when I was immature I shoved my ignorance in people'due south faces. They crush me with sticks. By the time I was 40 my blunt instrument had been honed to a fine cut signal for me. If you hibernate your ignorance, no one will hit you and yous'll never learn.

• "Who are a petty wise, the best fools be." Welcome dorsum, Montag.

• Go abode and retrieve of your get-go husband divorced and your second married man killed in a jet and your third husband blowing his brains out, go dwelling and think of the dozen abortions you've had, go home and think of that and your damn Caesarian sections, too, and your children who hate your guts! Go home and think how it all happened and what did you e'er do to stop it?

• It didn't come from the Government down. There was no dictum, no declaration, no censorship, to start with, no! Technology, mass exploitation, and minority pressure level carried the fox, thank God. Today, thanks to them, you can stay happy all the time, yous are allowed to read comics, the good old confessions, or trade journals.

• Do you lot know, I had a dream an hour agone. I lay down for a cat-nap and in this dream you and I, Montag, got into a furious debate on books. You towered with rage, yelled quotes at me. I calmly parried every thrust. Power, I said, And you, quoting Dr. Johnson, said `Knowledge is more than equivalent to forcefulness!' And I said, `Well, Dr. Johnson also said, dear boy, that "He is no wise man that will quit a certainty for an uncertainty.'" Stick with the fireman, Montag. All else is dreary chaos!"...Beatty chuckled. "And yous said, quoting, `Truth will come to calorie-free, murder volition not exist hid long!' And I cried in practiced humor, 'Oh God, he speaks simply of his equus caballus!' And `The Devil tin cite Scripture for his purpose.' And y'all yelled, 'This age thinks better of a gilded fool, than of a threadbare saint in wisdom'southward school!' And I whispered gently, 'The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.' And you screamed, 'Carcasses drain at the sight of the murderer!' And I said, patting your hand, 'What, practice I give y'all trench mouth?' And you shrieked, 'Knowledge is power!' and 'A dwarf on a giant'southward shoulders of the furthest of the ii!' and I summed my side up with rare serenity in, 'The folly of mistaking a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of upper-case letter truths, and oneself as an oracle, is inborn in us, Mr. Valery one time said.'" Montag's head whirled sickeningly. He felt beaten unmercifully on brow, eyes, nose, lips, mentum, on shoulders, on upflailing arms..."Oh, yous were scared silly," said Beatty, "for I was doing a terrible thing in using the very books you clung to, to rebut yous on every mitt, on every bespeak! What traitors books tin can be! Yous retrieve they're backing y'all up, and they plough on you. Others can employ them, too, and there yous are, lost in the center of the moor, in a great welter of nouns and verbs and adjectives. And at the very cease of my dream, along I came with the Salamander and said, Going my fashion? And you lot got in and we drove back to the firehouse in beatific silence, all dwindled away to peace." Beatty let Montag'south wrist become, allow the hand slump limply on the table. "All's well that is well in the end." --Beatty misquoting Shakespeare and others out of context.

• All right, he'south had his say. Yous must take it in. I'll say my say, too, in the next few hours. And you lot'll take it in. And you'll effort to judge them and make your conclusion as to which way to bound, or fall. Simply I desire it to be your decision, not mine, and not the Helm's. But remember that the Captain belongs to the most dangerous enemy of truth and liberty, the solid unmoving cattle of the majority. Oh, God, the terrible tyranny of the bulk.(108)

• I paid for all this — how? Playing the stock-market, of course, the last refuge in the world for the dangerous intellectual out of a job.(90)

Part 3: Called-for Bright [edit]

• This is happening to me. "What a dreadful surprise," said Beatty. "For anybody nowadays knows, absolutely is certain, that nothing will ever happen to me. Others dice, I continue. There are no consequences and no responsibilities. Except that there are. But permit'due south not talk about them, eh? By the fourth dimension the consequences take hold of upward with you, information technology's too late, isn't it, Montag?" (115)

• It was pretty silly, quoting verse around gratis and piece of cake like that. It was the deed of a silly snob. Give a homo a few lines of verse and he thinks he's the Lord of all Creation. You recall you can walk on water with your books. Well, the world tin get by just fine without them. Look where they got you, in slime up to your lip. If I stir the slime with my little finger, you'll drown! (117-118)

• We never burned correct...

• They would accept killed me, thought Montag, swaying, the air still torn and stirring nearly him in dust, touching his hobbling cheek. For no reason at all in the world they would have killed me.(122)

• Would he have time for a spoken language? As the Hound seized him, in view of ten or 20 or thirty million people, mightn't he sum up his entire life in the last week in 1 single phrase or a give-and-take that would stay with them long after the Hound had turned, clenching him in its metal-plier jaws, and trotted off in darkness, while the camera remained stationary, watching the brute dwindle in the altitude— a splendid fade-out! What could he say in a single word, a few words, that would sear all their faces and wake them upwards?(128):"Are y'all happy?"

• With an endeavour, Montag reminded himself again that this was no fictional episode to be watched on his run to the river; it was in authenticity his ain chess-game he was witnessing, motility past move.

• "Constabulary suggest entire population in the Elm Terrace area do every bit follows: Everyone in every house in every street open a front or rear door or look from the windows. The avoiding cannot escape if anybody in the side by side minute looks from his house. Fix! "
  Of course! Why hadn't they washed it before! Why, in all the years, hadn't this game been tried! Everyone up, anybody out! He couldn't be missed! The only human running solitary in the night city, the only man proving his legs!

• The sun burnt every day. It burnt Time. The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was decorated burning the years and the people anyhow, without any help from him. And then if he burnt things with the firemen, and the sun burnt Time, that meant everything burnt! (141)

• Somewhere the saving and putting away had to begin again and someone had to do the saving and keeping, 1 style or another, in books, in records, in people's heads, any manner at all so long every bit it was safety, free from moths, silverish-fish, rust and dry-rot, and men with matches. (141)

• He walked on the track.
  And he was surprised to learn how certain he suddenly was of a single fact he could not prove.
  In one case, long ago, Clarisse had walked hither, where he was walking now. (145)

• They're faking. Yous threw them off at the river. They can't acknowledge it. They know they tin can hold their audience only so long. The show'southward got to accept a snap catastrophe, quick! If they started searching the whole damn river it might take all night. So they're sniffing for a scape-goat to stop things with a bang. Watch. They'll take hold of Montag in the adjacent five minutes! (148)

• Right now, some poor beau is out for a walk. A rarity. An odd i. Don't think the constabulary don't know the habits of queer ducks like that, men who walk mornings for the hell of it, or for reasons of insomnia. Anyway, the law have had him charted for months, years. Never know when that sort of information might exist handy. And today, it turns out, it's very usable indeed. It saves face up. (148)

• Walk carefully. Guard your health. If anything should happen to Harris, you are the Book of Ecclesiastes. (151)

• I want you to meet Jonathan Swift, the writer of that evil political volume, Gulliver'due south Travels! And this other swain is Charles Darwin, and this ane is Schopenhauer, and this ane is Einstein, and this ane hither at my elbow is Mr. Albert Schweitzer, a very kind philosopher indeed. Hither we all are, Montag. Aristophanes and Mahatma Gandhi and Gautama Buddha and Confucius and Thomas Dear Peacock and Thomas Jefferson and Mr. Lincoln, if yous please. We are also Matthew, Marker, Luke, and John.

• Right now we have a horrible job; we're waiting for the state of war to begin and, every bit chop-chop, end. It's non pleasant, but then we're not in command, nosotros're the odd minority crying in the wilderness. When the state of war's over, perhaps we can be of some use in the world."... We'll pass the books on to our children, by word of mouth, and permit our children wait, in turn, on the other people. A lot will be lost that mode, of course. But you tin't brand people heed.

• Montag turned and glanced dorsum.
  What did you give to the city, Montag?
  Ashes.
  What did the others requite to each other?
  Pettiness.

• When he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, only for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again, he would never carve another piece of woods or help the states raise doves and pigeons in the backyard or play the violin the mode he did, or tell us jokes the way he did. He was part of u.s.a. and when he died, all the actions stopped expressionless and there was no one to do them the way he did. He was individual. He was an important homo. I've never gotten over his death. Frequently I recall what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the globe, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands? He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten 1000000 fine actions the nighttime he passed on.

• Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall congenital or a pair of shoes fabricated. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some manner so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people expect at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't matter what yous do, he said, so long as you alter something from the way it was earlier you lot touched it into something that's like you after y'all take your easily away. The difference betwixt the homo who only cuts lawns and a existent gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been at that place at all; the gardener will be in that location a lifetime. (156-157)

• 'I detest a Roman named Condition Quo!' he said to me. 'Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'alive equally if yous'd drop dead in ten seconds. Meet the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Inquire no guarantees, enquire for no security, in that location never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the not bad sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. To hell with that,' he said, 'milk shake the tree and knock the peachy sloth down on his ass.' (157-158)

• And the war began and ended in that instant.

• Montag saw the flirt of a great metal fist over the far urban center and he knew the scream of the jets that would follow, would say, after the deed, disintegrate, leave no stone on another, perish. Die.

• Montag, falling flat, going downwards, saw or felt, or imagined he saw or felt the walls get dark in Millie'southward face up, heard her screaming, because in the millionth office of time left, she saw her ain face reflected in that location, in a mirror instead of a crystal ball, and it was such a wildly empty face, all past itself in the room, touching zilch, starved and eating of itself, that at last she recognized it every bit her ain and looked quickly up at the ceiling as information technology and the entire construction of the hotel blasted downward upon her, carrying her with a million pounds of brick, metal, plaster, and woods, to meet other people in the hives below, all on their quick way down to the cellar where the explosion rid itself of them in its own unreasonable fashion.

• I want to run into everything now. And while none of information technology will be me when it goes in, after a while information technology'll all get together together inside and it'll be me. Look at the world out there, my God, my God, expect at it out there, exterior me, out at that place beyond my face and the merely manner to really touch information technology is to put information technology where information technology'south finally me, where information technology's in the blood, where it pumps around a chiliad times ten thousand a day. I get hold of it so it'll never run off. I'll concur on to the world tight some day. I've got one finger on information technology at present; that'south a beginning.

• There was a silly damn bird called a Phoenix back before Christ: every few hundred years he built a pyre and burned himself upwardly. He must have been first cousin to Human. But every fourth dimension he burnt himself up he sprang out of the ashes, he got himself built-in all over again. And it looks like we're doing the aforementioned thing, over and over, but we've got one damn thing the Phoenix never had. We know the damn dizzy thing we simply did. We know all the damn featherbrained things we've washed for a chiliad years, and as long as nosotros know that and e'er accept it around where we tin see information technology, some twenty-four hour period we'll stop making the goddam funeral pyres and jumping into the heart of them. Nosotros pick up a few more people that remember, every generation.

• Some twenty-four hour period the load we're carrying with u.s. may help someone. But even when we had the books on manus, a long time ago, we didn't use what we got out of them. We went correct on insulting the dead. We went correct on spitting in the graves of all the poor ones who died before us. We're going to meet a lot of alone people in the side by side week and the adjacent month and the next year. And when they inquire us what we're doing, you tin say, We're remembering. That's where we'll win out in the long run. And some day we'll call back so much that we'll build the biggest goddamn steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all fourth dimension and shove state of war in and embrace information technology upwardly. Come up on now, we're going to become build a mirror factory get-go and put out nothing merely mirrors for the side by side year and take a long wait in them." (163-164)

• To everything there is a season. Yes. A fourth dimension to pause downward, and a fourth dimension to build up. Aye. A time to proceed silent and a fourth dimension to speak. Yeah, all that. But what else? What else? Something, something . . . And on either side of the river was at that place a tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every calendar month; And the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.

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