After running out of that silly fireman's house and back to mine, I had begun to forget all of the stupid things he said, the things liars said. But I couldn't get that poem out of my head, "Dover Beach". Over and over it replayed..."'The Sea of Faith was once, too, at the full,...But now... Its melancholy long, withdrawing roar...naked shingles of the world.'" Between the lines another voice replayed, my grandmother's, "The world used to be great. Sure, sometimes you got the bad, but then you got the love and it was balanced, everyone saw the world for how it was, none of this hiding facts or getting rid of them. ". At first, when she told me this, showing her hidden books, I thought she was crazy ,that she was sick and needed help. Now I thought, actually thought, about her words now. Was it true? Could it really be true?
I tried to be quiet as I entered my home, forgetting that Pete wasn't home, that he could be fighting this minute. He wouldn't agree with my new thoughts, would want me to turn Mildred in, which I sure would've done before I remembered Grandma's wise words walking home. I sure would've turned them in had Pete been home, but he wasn't and I realized that even our so called, "Love" was fake. If everything got so messed up, so different why isn't anyone trying to change it? Was this new world really so bad? I was so confused. Should I turn them in? Guy did burn that truth book, he did right his wrong.
I made up my mind and grabbed the phone, dialing.
"Yes?" A woman's voice answered.
"Your husband please."
"Yes? What do you want?" Guy Montag asked.
"I want to help you, to bring back the books and the truthful world."
"I don't understand, you were upset...I don't do that, like my wife said, I was to show you the silliness of it all."
"No, well then I guess I'll just let the authorities know then."
"Alright, I'll be in touch with what you can do. Please, don't call this number again. Goodbye." The line rung dead between us as a huge smile crept across my face. Now, more then ever, I was important.
