Ill Never Look at Something Same Way Again

Somewhere the saving and putting away had to begin once more and someone had to do the saving and keeping, one manner or another, in books, in records, in people's heads, any way at all and so long as it was rubber, gratis from moths, argent-fish, rust and dry-rot, and men with matches.

Fahrenheit 451 (1953) past Ray Bradbury, a novel based on his own brusque story "The Fireman" (originally published in Galaxy Science Fiction Vol. 1 No. 5 in February 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.

See also: Fahrenheit 451 : Coda 1979

FAHRENHEIT 451: The temperature at which volume paper catches fire and burns.

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If they give y'all ruled paper, write the other style.
Quotation of Juan Ramón Jiménez, used as an epigraph on the showtime folio.

Office 1: The Hearth and the Salamander [edit]

• Information technology was a pleasure to burn.
  • p. 1 (opening line)

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

• Then she seemed to think something and came dorsum to await at him with wonder and curiosity. "Are you happy?" she said. (vii)

• Monday burn Millay, Wednesday Whitman, Friday Faulkner, burn 'em to ashes, so burn down the ashes. That's our official slogan. (eight)

• "Do you ever read any of the books you burn?"
  He laughed. "That's against the police!"
  "Oh. Of course." (5)

• Y'all're not like the others. I've seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, terminal night. The others would never exercise that. The others would walk off and get out me talking. Or threaten me. No i has time any more for anyone else. You're ane of the few who put upward with me. That'due south why I think it's so foreign you're a firewoman. It just doesn't seem correct for you, somehow.'"(23-24)

• I sometimes think drivers don't know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly. If yous showed a driver a green blur, Oh yep! he'd say, that'southward grass! A pink blur! That'south a rose garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. My uncle drove slowly on a highway once. He drove forty miles per hour and they jailed him for two days. Isn't that funny, and sad, besides? (9)

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

• They crashed the front end door and grabbed at a adult female, though she was non running, she was not trying to escape. She was only continuing, weaving from side to side, her eyes fixed upon a nothingness in the wall equally if they had struck her a terrible blow upon the caput. Her tongue was moving in her mouth, and her optics seemed to exist trying to recall something, and then they remembered and her tongue moved again:
  "Play the man, Master Ridley; we shall this twenty-four hour period low-cal 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 near to exist burned at the pale every bit heretics during the reign of "Bloody Mary", Queen Mary I of England, at Oxford, on October 16, 1555.

• How inconvenient! Always before it had been like snuffing a candle. The police went first and adhesive-taped the victim's mouth and bandaged him off into their glittering beetle cars, so when you arrived yous institute an empty house. You lot weren't hurting anyone, you were pain only things! And since things really couldn't be hurt, since things felt goose egg, and things don't scream or whimper, as this woman might begin to scream and cry out, there was nothing to tease your conscience later. You were simply cleaning upward. Janitorial work, essentially. Everything to its proper place. Quick with the kerosene! Who's got a match? (36)

• So it was the paw that started it all. He felt one hand and so the other work his glaze complimentary and allow it slump to the flooring. He held his pants out into an completeness and let them autumn into darkness. His easily had been infected, and shortly it would exist his arms. He could feel the toxicant working upwards his wrists and into his elbows and his shoulders and then jump over from shoulder blade to shoulder blade like a spark leaping a gap. His easily were ravenous. And his eyes were beginning to feel hunger equally if they must expect at something, anything, everything.

• She's zippo to me; she shouldn't have had books. It was her responsibleness, she should take thought of that. I hate her. She's got you going and next thing you know we'll be out, no house, no job, zip.

• It took some man a lifetime perchance to put some of his thoughts downward, looking around at the world and life, and and so I came forth in two minutes and boom! information technology's all over. (49)

• Allow you lot alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We demand non to exist let lone. We need to be really bothered in one case in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, near something real? (49)

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

• Many were those whose sole knowledge of Hamlet (you know the title certainly, Montag; it is probably only a faint rumor of a title to you, Mrs. Montag) whose sole knowledge, every bit I say, of Hamlet was a one-folio assimilate in a book that claimed: 'Now at least you lot tin read all the classics; keep up with your neighbors.' Do you lot see? Out of the nursery into the higher and back to the nursery; in that location'south your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or more.

• School is shortened, discipline relaxed, philosophies, histories, languages dropped, English and spelling gradually gradually neglected, finally almost completely ignored. Life is immediate, the chore counts, pleasure lies all about after work. Why larn anything save pressing buttons, pulling switches, plumbing fixtures nuts and bolts?

• With schoolhouse turning out more than runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators, the give-and-take `intellectual,' of form, became the swear discussion it deserved to be. Y'all always dread the unfamiliar. (folio 58)

• Nosotros must all exist akin. Not everyone born free and equal, equally the Constitution says, but anybody fabricated equal. Each man the paradigm of every other; then all are happy, for at that place are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against.

• A volume is a loaded gun in the firm next door. Burn it. Accept the shot from the weapon. Breach man's mind. Who knows who might be the target of the well-read man? Me? I won't stomach them for a minute. (56)

• People want to be happy, isn't that correct? Oasis't you heard information technology all your life? I want to exist happy, people say. Well, aren't they? Don't we keep them moving, don't nosotros give them fun? That's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation? And you lot must admit our culture provides plenty of these. (59)

• Colored people don't like Little Blackness Sambo. Burn information technology. White people don't feel good about Uncle Tom's Motel. Burn it. (59)

• She didn't want to know how a matter was done, but why. That can be embarrassing. You enquire Why to a lot of things and yous wind up very unhappy indeed, if you proceed at it. The poor girl's amend off dead. (60)

• ' You can't build a house without nails and forest. If y'all don't desire a business firm built, hibernate the nails and woods.' If yous don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. Permit him forget there is such a thing every bit state of war. (61)

• Requite the people contests they win by remembering the words to more pop songs or the names of country capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last yr. Cram them full of non-combustible data, chock them and then damned total of 'facts' they feel blimp, but admittedly 'vivid' with information. Then they'll experience they're thinking, they'll go a sense of motion without moving. And they'll exist happy, because facts of that sort don't modify. Don't requite them whatsoever slippery stuff like philosophy or folklore to necktie things upward with. That way lies melancholy. Any man who can take a TV wall autonomously and put it back together once more, and most men can nowadays, is happier than whatsoever man who tries to slide rule, measure, and equate the universe, which just won't exist measured or equated without making man feel unmerciful and lonely. I know, I've tried it; to hell with information technology.(61)

• I hope I've clarified things. The important thing for you to remember, Montag, is nosotros're the Happiness Boys, the Dixie Duo, yous and I and the others. We stand against the small tide of those who desire to make everyone unhappy with alien theory and thought. We take our fingers in the dike. Hold steady. Don't let the torrent of melancholy and drear philosophy drown our earth. We depend on you lot. I don't think you realize how important you lot are, to our happy world as information technology stands now.(61-62)

• At least one time in his career, every fire-eater gets an itch. What do the books say, he wonders. Oh, to scratch that itch, eh? Well, Montag, take my discussion for information technology, I've had to read a few in my fourth dimension, to know what I was about, and the books say nothing! Nothing yous can teach or believe. They're about nonexistent people, figments of imagination, if they're fiction. And if they're not-fiction, information technology's worse, 1 professor calling another an idiot, 1 philosopher screaming downwards another's gullet. All of them running about, putting out the stars and extinguishing the dominicus. You come away lost.

• And if there is something here, just ane little thing out of a whole mess of things, mayhap we can pass it on to someone else.

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

• Montag picked a single small book from the floor. "Where do we brainstorm?" He opened the book halfway and peered at it. "We begin by beginning, I judge." (68)

• "It is computed that eleven thousand persons have at several times suffered death rather than submit to interruption eggs at the smaller cease." --Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels

Role 2: The Sieve and the Sand [edit]

• Nosotros take everything we need to exist happy, but we aren't happy. Something's missing. I looked around. The just affair I positively knew was gone was the books I'd burned in ten or twelve years. So I thought books might help.(78)

• The same infinite detail and awareness could be projected through the radios and televisors, but are non. No, no, information technology'southward not books at all you're looking for! Take it where you can observe information technology, in one-time phonograph records, old motion pictures, and in old friends; look for it in nature and expect for it in yourself. Books were but i type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is just in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into ane garment for us. Of course you couldn't know this, of course y'all still can't understand what I mean when I say all this.(82)

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

• Practice you know the legend of Hercules and Antaeus, the giant wrestler, whose strength was incredible so long as he stood firmly on the earth. But when he was held, rootless, in mid-air, past Hercules, he perished hands. If there isn't something in that fable for the states today, in this city, in our time, then I am completely insane. (83)

• After all, when we had all the books we needed, nosotros however insisted on finding the highest cliff to jump off. But we do need knowledge. And peradventure in a m years nosotros might pick smaller cliffs to bound off. (86)

• The books are to remind u.s.a. what asses and fools we are. They're Caesar'due south praetorian guard, whispering as the parade roars down the avenue, 'Call back, Caesar, thou art mortal.' Near of united states of america 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 y'all're looking for, Montag, are in the world, just the only way the average chap will ever run into xc-9 per cent of them is in a volume. Don't enquire for guarantees. And don't await to be saved in any i affair, person, motorcar, or library. Practice your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing y'all were headed for shore.(82)

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

• Those who don't build must burn.

• Out of two separate and opposite things, a tertiary. And one day he would expect back upon the fool and know the fool.

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

• You're afraid of making mistakes. Don't be. Mistakes can be profited past. Human, when I was immature I shoved my ignorance in people'due south faces. They vanquish me with sticks. By the time I was forty my blunt instrument had been honed to a fine cutting point for me. If you hide your ignorance, no i will hitting y'all and you'll never larn.

• "Who are a little wise, the all-time fools exist." Welcome back, Montag.

• Go home and think of your first husband divorced and your second husband killed in a jet and your 3rd husband blowing his brains out, get home and think of the dozen abortions you've had, go abode and think of that and your damn Caesarian sections, too, and your children who hate your guts! Go dwelling house and think how it all happened and what did y'all ever do to stop it?

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

• Do you know, I had a dream an 60 minutes agone. I lay down for a cat-nap and in this dream you lot and I, Montag, got into a furious argue 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 force!' And I said, `Well, Dr. Johnson also said, dear boy, that "He is no wise man that will quit a certainty for an dubiousness.'" Stick with the fire fighter, Montag. All else is dreary chaos!"...Beatty chuckled. "And yous said, quoting, `Truth will come up to light, murder will not be hid long!' And I cried in good humour, 'Oh God, he speaks but of his equus caballus!' And `The Devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.' And you yelled, 'This age thinks better of a gilded fool, than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school!' And I whispered gently, 'The nobility 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 you trench mouth?' And you shrieked, 'Knowledge is power!' and 'A dwarf on a behemothic'due south shoulders of the furthest of the ii!' and I summed my side upward with rare tranquility in, 'The folly of mistaking a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a leap of capital truths, and oneself as an oracle, is inborn in us, Mr. Valery once said.'" Montag's head whirled sickeningly. He felt browbeaten unmercifully on forehead, eyes, nose, lips, chin, on shoulders, on upflailing artillery..."Oh, you were scared silly," said Beatty, "for I was doing a terrible thing in using the very books you clung to, to rebut y'all on every hand, on every bespeak! What traitors books tin can be! You remember they're backing yous up, and they turn on you lot. Others tin can apply them, besides, and in that location you are, lost in the middle of the moor, in a great welter of nouns and verbs and adjectives. And at the very end of my dream, along I came with the Salamander and said, Going my style? And y'all got in and we drove back to the firehouse in blissful silence, all dwindled away to peace." Beatty let Montag's wrist get, let 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's had his say. You must take it in. I'll say my say, too, in the next few hours. And you'll take it in. And you'll endeavour to judge them and make your decision as to which style to jump, or fall. But I desire it to be your decision, non mine, and not the Captain'due south. But retrieve that the Captain belongs to the virtually dangerous enemy of truth and freedom, the solid unmoving cattle of the majority. Oh, God, the terrible tyranny of the majority.(108)

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

Part 3: Burning Vivid [edit]

• This is happening to me. "What a dreadful surprise," said Beatty. "For everyone nowadays knows, absolutely is certain, that nothing will e'er happen to me. Others die, I go on. There are no consequences and no responsibilities. Except that there are. But permit's not talk most them, eh? By the time the consequences catch upwards with you, it'south too late, isn't it, Montag?" (115)

• Information technology was pretty featherbrained, quoting poetry effectually free and easy like that. It was the act of a silly snob. Give a human being a few lines of verse and he thinks he's the Lord of all Creation. You retrieve you can walk on water with your books. Well, the world can become past just fine without them. Expect where they got yous, in slime up to your lip. If I stir the slime with my little finger, you'll drown! (117-118)

• We never burned right...

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

• Would he accept time for a voice communication? As the Hound seized him, in view of x or 20 or thirty million people, mightn't he sum up his entire life in the terminal week in one unmarried phrase or a word 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 creature dwindle in the distance— a splendid fade-out! What could he say in a single give-and-take, a few words, that would sear all their faces and wake them up?(128):"Are you happy?"

• With an effort, Montag reminded himself again that this was no fictional episode to exist watched on his run to the river; it was in authenticity his own chess-game he was witnessing, motion by move.

• "Constabulary suggest entire population in the Elm Terrace expanse do as follows: Everyone in every house in every street open a front or rear door or look from the windows. The fugitive cannot escape if everyone in the next minute looks from his house. Set up! "
  Of form! Why hadn't they done information technology before! Why, in all the years, hadn't this game been tried! Anybody upwards, everyone out! He couldn't be missed! The but homo running lone in the night city, the just man proving his legs!

• The lord's day burnt every day. It burnt Time. The world rushed in a circumvolve and turned on its axis and time was decorated called-for the years and the people anyway, without any assist from him. Then if he burnt things with the firemen, and the sun burnt Time, that meant everything burnt! (141)

• Somewhere the saving and putting abroad had to begin once more and someone had to do the saving and keeping, 1 way or another, in books, in records, in people'south heads, whatever mode at all so long as it was prophylactic, gratis from moths, silver-fish, rust and dry out-rot, and men with matches. (141)

• He walked on the rails.
  And he was surprised to acquire how certain he suddenly was of a single fact he could not bear witness.
  Once, long ago, Clarisse had walked hither, where he was walking now. (145)

• They're faking. You threw them off at the river. They can't admit it. They know they can hold their audience merely so long. The testify'due south got to have 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 terminate things with a bang. Watch. They'll catch Montag in the adjacent v minutes! (148)

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

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

• I desire you to meet Jonathan Swift, the author of that evil political book, Gulliver's Travels! And this other fellow is Charles Darwin, and this one is Schopenhauer, and this 1 is Einstein, and this one here at my elbow is Mr. Albert Schweitzer, a very kind philosopher indeed. Here we all are, Montag. Aristophanes and Mahatma Gandhi and Gautama Buddha and Confucius and Thomas Love Peacock and Thomas Jefferson and Mr. Lincoln, if you lot delight. Nosotros are besides Matthew, Marking, Luke, and John.

• Correct now we have a horrible task; we're waiting for the war to begin and, as quickly, end. It'south not pleasant, only so we're not in command, we're the odd minority crying in the wilderness. When the war's over, perhaps we tin can exist of some apply in the globe."... Nosotros'll pass the books on to our children, by give-and-take of rima oris, and let our children wait, in plow, on the other people. A lot will be lost that way, of grade. Merely you can't make people mind.

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

• When he died, I all of a sudden realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried considering he would never do them again, he would never carve another piece of forest or help us raise doves and pigeons in the backyard or play the violin the fashion he did, or tell us jokes the manner he did. He was part of us and when he died, all the deportment stopped dead and there was no ane to exercise them the way he did. He was individual. He was an of import human. I've never gotten over his decease. Often I think what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the world, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his easily? He shaped the globe. He did things to the earth. The world was bankrupted of x million fine deportment the night he passed on.

• Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a business firm or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people expect at that tree or that bloom y'all planted, y'all're in that location. Information technology doesn't thing what you practise, he said, and so long equally y'all alter something from the style it was before you touched information technology into something that'southward similar y'all after you accept your hands abroad. The departure betwixt the human being who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The backyard-cutter might just as well non accept been there at all; the gardener volition be there a lifetime. (156-157)

• 'I detest a Roman named Status Quo!' he said to me. 'Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'live as if you lot'd drop expressionless in ten seconds. Encounter the world. It's more than fantastic than any dream fabricated or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, inquire for no security, in that location never was such an fauna. And if in that location were, it would exist related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all twenty-four hours every twenty-four hours, sleeping its life away. To hell with that,' he said, 'shake the tree and knock the great sloth downwards 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 city and he knew the scream of the jets that would follow, would say, after the deed, disintegrate, leave no rock on another, perish. Dice.

• Montag, falling flat, going downwards, saw or felt, or imagined he saw or felt the walls go night in Millie's face, heard her screaming, because in the millionth office of time left, she saw her own face up reflected in that location, in a mirror instead of a crystal ball, and information technology was such a wildly empty face, all by itself in the room, touching goose egg, starved and eating of itself, that at final she recognized information technology as her own and looked quickly upwards at the ceiling as it and the unabridged structure of the hotel blasted down upon her, carrying her with a million pounds of brick, metal, plaster, and forest, to meet other people in the hives below, all on their quick way downwardly to the cellar where the explosion rid itself of them in its own unreasonable way.

• I want to see everything now. And while none of it will be me when information technology goes in, after a while it'll all gather together inside and it'll be me. Await at the earth out in that location, my God, my God, look at it out there, exterior me, out there beyond my face and the merely way to really touch information technology is to put it where it's finally me, where it'south in the blood, where it pumps around a thousand times ten thousand a day. I get agree of it so it'll never run off. I'll hold on to the earth tight some day. I've got one finger on it now; that's a first.

• There was a silly damn bird called a Phoenix back before Christ: every few hundred years he built a pyre and burned himself up. He must have been first cousin to Man. But every time he burnt himself up he sprang out of the ashes, he got himself born all over once again. And information technology looks like we're doing the same affair, over and over, but nosotros've got 1 damn affair the Phoenix never had. We know the damn featherbrained thing we just did. Nosotros know all the damn silly things we've done for a g years, and as long as nosotros know that and always accept it effectually where we can see information technology, some day we'll finish making the goddam funeral pyres and jumping into the middle of them. We choice upward a few more people that retrieve, every generation.

• Some day the load we're carrying with united states may help someone. But even when we had the books on paw, a long time ago, we didn't use what we got out of them. We went right on insulting the dead. We went right on spitting in the graves of all the poor ones who died before us. We're going to meet a lot of solitary people in the adjacent week and the side by side calendar month and the next year. And when they ask the states what we're doing, you can say, We're remembering. That's where we'll win out in the long run. And some 24-hour interval we'll remember so much that nosotros'll build the biggest goddamn steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it upward. Come on now, we're going to become build a mirror factory showtime and put out nada merely mirrors for the side by side twelvemonth and take a long look in them." (163-164)

• To everything at that place is a season. Yes. A time to interruption down, and a time to build up. Yes. A time to continue silent and a time to speak. Yes, all that. But what else? What else? Something, something . . . And on either side of the river was in that location a tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month; And the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.

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