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star people have closed all the inns. They said it's wrong to be eating and drinking when —'
'I know, I know,' said Cohen. 'I think I'm beginning to get the hang of it. Don't they approve of anything?'
Lackjaw was lost in thought for a moment. 'Setting fire to things,' he said at last. 'They're quite good at that. Books and stuff. They have these great big bonfires.'
the bonfire. It was in paper bounced in the hot air and floated away over the rooftops.
'What are you doing?' he said.Cohen was shocked.'Bonfires of books?''Yes. Horrible, isn't it?''Right,' said Cohen. He thought it was appalling. Someone who spent his life living rough under the sky knew the value of a good thick book, which ought to outlast at least a season ofif you were careful how you tore the pages out. Many ahad been saved on a snowy night by a handful of sodden kindling and a really dry book. If you felt like a smoke and couldn't find a pipe, a book was your man every time.Cohen realised people wrote things in books. It had always seemed to him to be a frivolous waste of paper.I'm afraid if your friends met them they might be in trouble,' said Lackjaw sadly as they walked up the street.They turned the corner and saw the middle of the street. A couple of star people were feeding it with books from a nearby house, which had its door smashed in and had been daubed with stars.News of Cohen hadn't spread too far yet. The book burners took no notice as he wandered up and leaned against the wall. Curly flakes of burnt