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1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.1 | index_split_000.txt | 39aqujvo FAHRENHEIT 451 by RAY BRADBURY. {{This digitised version was scanned and proof-read by Eva Looshan. The source was the 1976 Panther paperback. I have endeavoured to reproduce the book as exactly as possible. What I haven’t done is consistently indicate italics, because they weren’t picked up by my OCR program.... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.1 | index_split_002.txt | 39aqujvo RAY BRADBURY FAHRENHEIT 451 This one, with gratitude, is for DON CONGDON. FAHRENHEIT 451: The temperature at which book-paper catches fire and burns |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.1 | index_split_003.txt | 39aqujvo PART I IT WAS A PLEASURE TO BURN IT was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor pl... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.2 | index_split_003.txt | Perhaps his nose detected a faint perfume, perhaps the skin on the backs of his hands, on his face, felt the temperature rise at this one spot where a person’s standing might raise the immediate atmosphere ten degrees for an instant. There was no understanding it. Each time he made the turn, he saw only the white, unus... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.3 | index_split_003.txt | Guy Montag. Come along. What are you doing out so late wandering around? How old are you?” They walked in the warm-cool blowing night on the silvered pavement and there was the faintest breath of fresh apricots and strawberries in the air, and he looked around and realized this was quite impossible, so late in the year... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.4 | index_split_003.txt | You never stop to think what I’ve asked you.” He stopped walking, “You are an odd one,” he said, looking at her. “Haven’t you any respect?” “I don’t mean to be insulting. It’s just, I love to watch people too much, I guess.” “Well, doesn’t this mean anything to you?” He tapped the numerals 451 stitched on his char-colo... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.5 | index_split_003.txt | He stood looking up at the ventilator grille in the hall and suddenly remembered that something lay hidden behind the grille, something that seemed to peer down at him now. He moved his eyes quickly away. What a strange meeting on a strange night. He remembered nothing like it save one afternoon a year ago when he had ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.6 | index_split_003.txt | He felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over, and down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out. Darkness. He was not happy. He was not happy. He said the words to himself. He recognized this as the true state of affairs. He wore his happi... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.7 | index_split_003.txt | “ Her face was like a snow-covered island upon which rain might fall; but it felt no rain; over which clouds might pass their moving shadows, but she felt no shadow. There was only the singing of the thimble-wasps in her tamped-shut ears, and her eyes all glass, and breath going in and out, softly, faintly, in and out ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.8 | index_split_003.txt | The other machine was working too. The other machine was operated by an equally impersonal fellow in non-stainable reddish-brown overalls. This machine pumped all of the blood from the body and replaced it with fresh blood and serum. “Got to clean ‘em out both ways,” said the operator, standing over the silent woman. “... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.9 | index_split_003.txt | Her cheeks were very pink and her lips were very fresh and full of colour and they looked soft and relaxed. Someone else’s blood there. If only someone else’s flesh and brain and memory. If only they could have taken her mind along to the dry-cleaner’s and emptied the pockets and steamed and cleansed it and reblocked i... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.10 | index_split_003.txt | All rushing on down around in a spouting roar and rivering stream toward morning. “I don’t know anything any more,” he said, and let a sleep-lozenge dissolve on his tongue. At nine in the morning, Mildred’s bed was empty. Montag got up quickly, his heart pumping, and ran down the hall and stopped at the kitchen door. T... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.11 | index_split_003.txt | She didn’t look up from her script again. “Well, this is a play comes on the wall-to-wall circuit in ten minutes. They mailed me my part this morning. I sent in some box-tops. They write the script with one part missing. It’s a new idea. The home-maker, that’s me, is the missing part. When it comes time for the missing... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.12 | index_split_003.txt | Have you ever heard of rubbing it under your chin? Look.” She touched her chin with the flower, laughing. “Why?” “If it rubs off, it means I’m in love. Has it?” He could hardly do anything else but look. “Well?” she said. “You’re yellow under there.” “Fine! Let’s try YOU now.” “It won’t work for me.” “Here.” Before he ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.13 | index_split_003.txt | When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night. The others would never do that. The others would walk off and leave me talking. Or threaten me. No one has time any more for anyone else. You’re one of the few who put up with me. That’s why I think it’s so strange yo... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.14 | index_split_003.txt | There had been a time two years ago when he had bet with the best of them, and lost a week’s salary and faced Mildred’s insane anger, which showed itself in veins and blotches. But now at night he lay in his bunk, face turned to the wall, listening to whoops of laughter below and the piano-string scurry of rat feet, th... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.15 | index_split_003.txt | Just enough ‘memory’ set up in it by someone so it growled when I touched it.” “Who would do a thing like that?.” asked the Captain. “You haven’t any enemies here, Guy.” “None that I know of.” “We’ll have the Hound checked by our technicians tomorrow. “This isn’t the first time it’s threatened me,” said Montag. “Last m... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.16 | index_split_003.txt | “I’m sorry. I really, thought you were having fun at my expense. I’m a fool.” “No, no,” he said. “It was a good question. It’s been a long time since anyone cared enough to ask. A good question.” “Let’s talk about something else. Have you ever smelled old leaves? Don’t they smell like cinnamon? Here. Smell.” “Why, yes,... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.17 | index_split_003.txt | My uncle says his grandfather remembered when children didn’t kill each other. But that was a long time ago when they had things different. They believed in responsibility, my uncle says. Do you know, I’m responsible. I was spanked when I needed it, years ago. And I do all the shopping and house-cleaning by hand. “But ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.18 | index_split_003.txt | He was certain if he tried the same route, everything would work out fine. But it was late, and the arrival of his train put a stop to his plan. The flutter of cards, motion of hands, of eyelids, the drone of the time-voice in the firehouse ceiling “… one thirty-five. Thursday morning, November 4th,… one thirty-six … o... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.19 | index_split_003.txt | Their names leapt in fire, burning down the years under his axe and his hose which sprayed not water but kerosene. “No.” But in his mind, a cool wind started up and blew out of the ventilator grille at home, softly, softly, chilling his face. And, again, he saw himself in a green park talking to an old man, a very old ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.20 | index_split_003.txt | Her tongue was moving in her mouth, and her eyes seemed to be trying to remember something, and then they remembered and her tongue moved again: ” ‘Play the man, Master Ridley; we shall this day light such a candle, by God’s grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.’ “ “Enough of that!” said Beatty. “Where ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.21 | index_split_003.txt | They fell like slaughtered birds and the woman stood below, like a small girl, among the bodies. Montag had done nothing. His hand had done it all, his hand, with a brain of its own, with a conscience and a curiosity in each trembling finger, had turned thief.. Now, it plunged the book back under his arm, pressed it ti... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.22 | index_split_003.txt | Montag felt the hidden book pound like a heart against his chest. “Go on,” said the woman, and Montag felt himself back away and away out of the door, after Beatty, down the steps, across the lawn, where the path of kerosene lay like the track of some evil snail. On the front porch where she had come to weigh them quie... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.23 | index_split_003.txt | A minute later she said, “Well, just don’t stand there in the middle of the floor.” He made a small sound. “What?” she asked. He made more soft sounds. He stumbled towards the bed and shoved the book clumsily under the cold pillow. He fell into bed and his wife cried out, startled. He lay far across the room from her, ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.24 | index_split_003.txt | “Funny, how funny, not to remember where or when you met your husband or wife.” He lay massaging his eyes, his brow, and the back of his neck, slowly. He held both hands over his eyes and applied a steady pressure there as if to crush memory into place. It was suddenly more important than any other thing in a lifetime ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.25 | index_split_003.txt | “Something must be done!I” “Yes, something must be done!” “Well, let’s not stand and talk!” “Let’s do it! “ “I’m so mad I could SPIT!” What was it all about? Mildred couldn’t say. Who was mad at whom? Mildred didn’t quite know. What were they going to do? Well, said Mildred, wait around and see. He had waited around to... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.26 | index_split_003.txt | “Mildred. Mildred?” “Yes.” Her voice was faint. He felt he was one of the creatures electronically inserted between the slots of the phono-colour walls, speaking, but the speech not piercing the crystal barrier. He could only pantomime, hoping she would turn his way and see him. They could not touch through the glass. ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.27 | index_split_003.txt | “Will you bring me aspirin and water?” “You’ve got to get up,” she said. “It’s noon. You’ve slept five hours later than usual.” “Will you turn the parlour off?” he asked. “That’s my family.” “Will you turn it off for a sick man?” “I’ll turn it down.” She went out of the room and did nothing to the parlour and came back... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.28 | index_split_003.txt | She’s got you going and next thing you know we’ll be out, no house, no job, nothing.” “You weren’t there, you didn’t see,” he said. “There must be something in books, things we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing.” “She was simple-minded.” “S... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.29 | index_split_003.txt | Tell him I’m sick.” “Tell him yourself!” She ran a few steps this way, a few steps that, and stopped, eyes wide, when the front door speaker called her name, softly, softly, Mrs. Montag, Mrs. Montag, someone here, someone here, Mrs. Montag, Mrs. Montag, someone’s here. Fading. Montag made sure the book was well hidden ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.30 | index_split_003.txt | Films and radios, magazines, books levelled down to a sort of paste pudding norm, do you follow me?” “I think so.” Beatty peered at the smoke pattern he had put out on the air. “Picture it. Nineteenth-century man with his horses, dogs, carts, slow motion. Then, in the twentieth century, speed up your camera. Books cut ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.31 | index_split_003.txt | Her fingers were tracing the book’s outline and as the shape became familiar her face looked surprised and then stunned. Her mouth opened to ask a question … “Empty the theatres save for clowns and furnish the rooms with glass walls and pretty colours running up and down the walls like confetti or blood or sherry or sa... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.32 | index_split_003.txt | With school turning out more runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators, the word `intellectual,’ of course, became the swear word it deserved to be. You always dread the unfamiliar. Surely you remember the boy in your ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.33 | index_split_003.txt | Funerals are unhappy and pagan? Eliminate them, too. Five minutes after a person is dead he’s on his way to the Big Flue, the Incinerators serviced by helicopters all over the country. Ten minutes after death a man’s a speck of black dust. Let’s not quibble over individuals with memoriams. Forget them. Burn them all, b... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.34 | index_split_003.txt | Any man who can take a TV wall apart and put it back together again, and most men can nowadays, is happier than any man who tries to slide?rule, measure, and equate the universe, which just won’t be measured or equated without making man feel bestial and lonely. I know, I’ve tried it; to hell with it. So bring on your ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.35 | index_split_003.txt | “Get well and keep well,” said Beatty. He turned and went out through the open door. Montag watched through the window as Beatty drove away in his gleaming yellow?flame?coloured beetle with the black, char?coloured tyres. Across the street and down the way the other houses stood with their flat fronts. What was it Clar... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.36 | index_split_003.txt | I’m so damned unhappy, I’m so mad, and I don’t know why I feel like I’m putting on weight. I feel fat. I feel like I’ve been saving up a lot of things, and don’t know what. I might even start reading books.” “They’d put you in jail, wouldn’t they?” She looked at him as if he were behind the glass wall. He began to put ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.37 | index_split_003.txt | Stop it, will you? You don’t know … stop it!” He slapped her face, he grabbed her again and shook her. She said his name and began to cry. “Millie! ”’ he said. “Listen. Give me a second, will you? We can’t do anything. We can’t burn these. I want to look at them, at least look at them once. Then if what the Captain say... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.38 | index_split_003.txt | He was shivering and he wanted above all to shove the books up through the ventilator again, but he knew he could not face Beatty again. He crouched and then he sat and the voice of the front door spoke again, more insistently. Montag picked a single small volume from the floor. “Where do we begin?” He opened the book ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.1 | index_split_004.txt | 39aqujvo PART II THE SIEVE AND THE SAND THEY read the long afternoon through, while the cold November rain fell from the sky upon the quiet house. They sat in the hall because the parlour was so empty and grey-looking without its walls lit with orange and yellow confetti and skyrockets and women in gold-mesh dresses an... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.2 | index_split_004.txt | “He might come and bum the house and the `family.’ That’s awful! Think of our investment. Why should I read? What for?” “What for! Why!” said Montag. “I saw the damnedest snake in the world the other night. It was dead but it was alive. It could see but it couldn’t see. You want to see that snake. It’s at Emergency Hos... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.3 | index_split_004.txt | “ “I haven’t done anything! ” cried the old man trembling. “No one said you did.” They had sat in the green soft light without saying a word for a moment, and then Montag talked about the weather, and then the old man responded with a pale voice. It was a strange quiet meeting. The old man admitted to being a retired E... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.4 | index_split_004.txt | “This is the Old and New Testament, and-” “Don’t start that again!” “It might be the last copy in this part of the world.” “You’ve got to hand it back tonight, don’t you know? Captain Beatty knows you’ve got it, doesn’t he?” “I don’t think he knows which book I stole. But how do I choose a substitute? Do I turn in Mr. ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.5 | index_split_004.txt | The subway fled past him, cream-tile, jet-black, cream-tile, jet-black, numerals and darkness, more darkness and the total adding itself. Once as a child he had sat upon a yellow dune by the sea in the middle of the blue and hot summer day, trying to fill a sieve with sand, because some cruel cousin had said, “Fill thi... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.6 | index_split_004.txt | “Knoll View!” A cry. “Denham’s.” A whisper. Montag’s mouth barely moved. “Lilies…” The train door whistled open. Montag stood. The door gasped, started shut. Only then .did he leap past the other passengers, screaming in his mind, plunge through the slicing door only in time. He ran on the white tiles up through the tu... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.7 | index_split_004.txt | He’s a regular peppermint stick now, all sugar-crystal and saccharine when he isn’t making veiled references to certain commercial products that every worshipper absolutely needs.” Faber sniffed the book. “Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land? I loved to smell them when I was a boy... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.8 | index_split_004.txt | To me it means texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You’d find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper, the more `literary’ you are. That’s my... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.9 | index_split_004.txt | “For my ears when I ride the subway-jets.” “Denham’s Dentifrice; they toil not, neither do they spin,” said Montag, eyes shut. “Where do we go from here? Would books help us?” “Only if the third necessary thing could be given us. Number one, as I said, quality of information. Number two: leisure to digest it. And numbe... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.10 | index_split_004.txt | And don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.” Faber got up and began to pace the room. “Well?” asked Montag. “You’re absolutely serious?” “Absolutely.” “It’s an insidious plan, if I do say so myself... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.11 | index_split_004.txt | “Would you like to own this?” Faber said, “I’d give my right arm.” Montag stood there and waited for the next thing to happen. His hands, by themselves, like two men working together, began to rip the pages from the book. The hands tore the flyleaf and then the first and then the second page. “Idiot, what’re you doing!... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.12 | index_split_004.txt | I need an umbrella to keep off the rain. I’m so damned afraid I’ll drown if he gets me again.” The old man said nothing, but glanced once more nervously, at his bedroom. Montag caught the glance. “Well?” The old man took a deep breath, held it, and let it out. He took another, eyes closed, his mouth tight, and at last ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.13 | index_split_004.txt | Here I am sending you out into the night, while I stay behind the lines with my damned ears listening for you to get your head chopped off.” “We all do what we do,” said Montag. He put the Bible in the old man’s hands. “Here. I’ll chance turning in a substitute. Tomorrow—” “I’ll see the unemployed printer, yes; that mu... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.14 | index_split_004.txt | He was eating a light supper at nine in the evening when the front door cried out in the hall and Mildred ran from the parlour like a native fleeing an eruption of Vesuvius. Mrs. Phelps and Mrs. Bowles came through the front door and vanished into the volcano’s mouth with martinis in their hands: Montag stopped eating.... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.15 | index_split_004.txt | Killed jumping off buildings, yes, like Gloria’s husband last week, but from wars? No.” “Not from wars,” said Mrs. Phelps. “Anyway, Pete and I always said, no tears, nothing like that. It’s our third marriage each and we’re independent. Be independent, we always said. He said, if I get killed off, you just go right ahe... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.16 | index_split_004.txt | Oh, my doctor said, Caesarians aren’t necessary; you’ve got the, hips for it, everything’s normal, but I insisted.” “Caesarians or not, children are ruinous; you’re out of your mind,” said Mrs. Phelps. “I plunk the children in school nine days out of ten. I put up with them when they come home three days a month; it’s ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.17 | index_split_004.txt | “Have you ever read any?” “Montag,” Faber’s voice scraped away at him. “You’ll ruin everything. Shut up, you fool!” “All three women were on their feet. “Sit down!” They sat. “I’m going home,” quavered Mrs. Bowles. “Montag, Montag, please, in the name of God, what are you up to?” pleaded Faber. “Why don’t you just read... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.18 | index_split_004.txt | Then he began to read in a low, stumbling voice that grew firmer as he progressed from line to line, and his voice went out across the desert, into the whiteness, and around the three sitting women there in the great hot emptiness: “`The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore Lay like the fold... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.1 | index_split_005.txt | 39aqujvo But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.”’ The chairs creaked under the three women. Montag finished it out: “‘Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie be... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.2 | index_split_005.txt | He heard Mildred shake the sleeping tablets into her hand. “Fool, Montag, fool, fool, oh God you silly fool…” “Shut up!” He pulled the green bullet from his ear and jammed it into his pocket. It sizzled faintly. “… fool … fool …” He searched the house and found the books where Mildred had stacked them behind the refrig... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.3 | index_split_005.txt | Don’t haggle and nag them; you were so recently one o f them yourself. They are so confident that they will run on for ever. But they won’t run on. They don’t know that this is all one huge big blazing meteor that makes a pretty fire in space, but that some day it’ll have to hit. They see only the blaze, the pretty fir... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.4 | index_split_005.txt | Beatty stood near the drop-hole waiting, but with his back turned as if he were not waiting. “Well,” he said to the men playing cards, “here comes a very strange beast which in all tongues is called a fool.” He put his hand to one side, palm up, for a gift. Montag put the book in it. Without even glancing at the title,... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.5 | index_split_005.txt | I’m not needling, really I’m not. Do you know, I had a dream an hour ago. I lay down for a cat-nap and in this dream you and I, Montag, got into a furious debate on books. You towered with rage, yelled quotes at me. I calmly parried every thrust. Power, I said, And you, quoting Dr. Johnson, said `Knowledge is more than... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.6 | index_split_005.txt | “All’s well that is well in the end.” Silence. Montag sat like a carved white stone. The echo of the final hammer on his skull died slowly away into the black cavern where Faber waited for the echoes to subside. And then when the startled dust had settled down about Montag’s mind, Faber began, softly, “All right, he’s ... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.7 | index_split_005.txt | “Hey !” They rounded a corner in thunder and siren, with concussion of tyres, with scream of rubber, with a shift of kerosene bulk in the glittery brass tank, like the food in the stomach of a giant; with Montag’s fingers jolting off the silver rail, swinging into cold space, with the wind tearing his hair back from hi... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.1 | index_split_006.txt | 39aqujvo PART III BURNING BRIGHT LIGHTS flicked on and house-doors opened all down the street, to watch the carnival set up. Montag and Beatty stared, one with dry satisfaction, the other with disbelief, at the house before them, this main ring in which torches would be juggled and fire eaten. “Well,” said Beatty, “now... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.2 | index_split_006.txt | Montag walked but did not feel his feet touch the cement and then the night grasses. Beatty flicked his igniter nearby and the small orange flame drew his fascinated gaze. “What is there about fire that’s so lovely? No matter what age we are, what draws us to it?” Beatty blew out the flame and lit it again. “It’s perpe... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.3 | index_split_006.txt | “The books, Montag!” The books leapt and danced like roasted birds, their wings ablaze with red and yellow feathers. And then he came to the parlour where the great idiot monsters lay asleep with their white thoughts and their snowy dreams. And he shot a bolt at each of the three blank walls and the vacuum hissed out a... |
1954 Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451 -- Fahrenheit 451 -- 41bd94c5bf3c38fd175459091b94772e -- Anna’s Archive.4 | index_split_006.txt | Montag listened. Beatty struck him a blow on the head that sent him reeling back. The green bullet in which Faber’s voice whispered and cried, fell to the sidewalk. Beatty snatched it up, grinning. He held it half in, half out of his ear. Montag heard the distant voice calling, “Montag, you all right?” Beatty switched ... |
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