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So now do you see why books are hated and feared?  They show the pores in the face of life.  The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless.  We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam.  Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from the chemistry of the earth.  Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.  Do 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 midair, by Hercules, he perished easily.  If there isn’t something in that legend for us today, in this city, in our time, then I am completely insane.  Well there we have the first thing I said we need.  Quality, texture of information.

— Faber in Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury