1 Montag slid down the brass pole.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 2 Montag grabbed the brass pole with one hand.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 3 He took time to prepare and light his brass pipe and puff out a great smoke cloud.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 4 Montag felt himself turn and walk to the wall slot and drop the book in through the brass notch to the waiting flames.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 5 He could feel the firehouse full of glitter and shine and silence, of brass colors, the colors of coins, of gold, of silver.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 6 The train radio vomited upon Montag, in retaliation, a great tonload of music made of tin, copper, silver, chromium, and brass.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 7 The dim light of one in the morning, the moonlight from the open sky framed through the great window, touched here and there on the brass and the copper and the steel of the faintly trembling beast.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 8 Beatty never drove, but he was driving tonight, slamming the Salamander around corners, leaning forward high on the driver's throne, his massive black slicker flapping out behind so that he seemed a great black bat flying above the engine, over the brass numbers, taking the full wind.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 9 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 playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 10 Its kennel was empty and the firehouse stood all about in plaster silence and the orange Salamander slept with its kerosene in its belly and the fire throwers crossed upon its flanks and Montag came in through the silence and touched the brass pole and slid up in the dark air, looking back at the deserted kennel, his heart beating, pausing, beating.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 11 Nights when things got dull, which was every night, the men slid down the brass poles, and set the ticking combinations of the olfactory system of the Hound and let loose rats in the firehouse areaway, and sometimes chickens, and sometimes cats that would have to be drowned anyway, and there would be betting to see which of the cats or chickens or rats the Hound would seize first.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander