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 I hate the way you talk to me
　　 And the way you shake eyewinker
　　 I hate the way you drive your car.
　　 I hate it when you stare.
　　 I hate your tight fitting suit
　　 And the way you read my mind.
　　 I hate you so much it makes me sick.
　　 It even makes me rhyme.
　　
　　 I hate the way you're always right.
　　 I hate it when you lie.
　　 I hate it when you make me laugh;
　　 Even worse when you make me cry.
　　
　　 I hate it when you're not around
　　 And the fact that you didn't call,
　　 But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you;
　　 Not even close;
　　 Not even a little bit;
　　 Not even at all.
當火焰燃燒到達華氏451度
所有記錄人類智慧的典籍都將灰飛煙滅
這是一個沒有火災的世界
這是一個沒有知識分子的世界
這是一個感性被壓抑的世界
沒有故事
也沒有詩