Montag kills Beatty

"'Go ahead now, you second-hand literateur,
pull the trigger.' He took one step toward
Montag./Montag only said, 'We never burned
right. . . .'/ 'Hand it over, Guy,' said Beatty
with a fixed smile./And then he was a shrieking
blaze, a jumping, sprawling gibbering manikin,
no longer human or known, all writhing flame
on the lawn as Montag shot one continuous pulse
of liquid fire on him."