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- He clenched the book in his fists.
- Trumpets blared.
- "Denham's Dentrifice."
- Shut up, thought Montag. *Consider the lilies of the field*.
- "Denham's Dentifrice."
- *They toil not-*
- "Denham's--"
- Consider the lilies of the field, shut up, shut up.
- "Dentifrice ! "
- He tore the book open and flicked the pages and felt them as if he were blind, he picked at the shape of the individual letters, not blinking.
- "Denham's. Spelled : D-E.N "
- They toil not, neither do they . . .
- A fierce whisper of hot sand through empty sieve.
- "Denham's does it!"
- Consider the lilies, the lilies, the lilies...
- "Denham's dental detergent."
- Shut up, shut up, shut up!
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