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And the men with the cigarettes in their straight-lined mouths, the men with the eyes of puff- adders, took up their load of machine and tube, their case of liquid melancholy and the slow dark sludge of nameless stuff, and strolled out the door.
— Fahrenheit 451
 (book)
by Ray Bradbury
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