1 Each becomes a black butterfly.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 2 Ten minutes after death a man's a speck of black dust.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 3 The brush of a death's-head moth against a cold black screen.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 4 The firehouse trembled as a great flight of jet planes whistled a single note across the black morning sky.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 5 These men who looked steadily into their platinum igniter flames as they lit their eternally burning black pipes.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 6 There sat Beatty, perspiring gently, the floor littered with swarms of black moths that had died in a single storm.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 7 We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 8 There was a tremendous ripping sound as if two giant hands had torn ten thousand miles of black linen down the seam.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 9 The echo of the final hammer on his skull died slowly away into the black cavern where Faber waited for the echoes to subside.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 10 Montag watched through the window as Beatty drove away in his gleaming yellow-flame-colored beetle with the black, char-colored tires.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 11 One of them slid down into your stomach like a black cobra down an echoing well looking for all the old water and the old time gathered there.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 12 The breath coming out the nostrils was so faint it stirred only the furthest fringes of life, a small leaf, a black feather, a single fiber of hair.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 13 He felt that the stars had been pulverized by the sound of the black jets and that in the morning the earth would be covered with their dust like a strange snow.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 14 The thought had been with him many times recently but now he remembered how it was that day in the city park when he had seen that old man in the black suit hide something, quickly, in his coat.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 15 He hung up his black beetle-colored helmet and shined it; he hung his flameproof jacket neatly; he showered luxuriously, and then, whistling, hands in pockets, walked across the upper floor of the fire station and fell down the hole.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 16 They sat in the hall because the parlor was so empty and gray-looking without its wall lit with orange and yellow confetti and skyrockets and women in gold-mesh dresses and men in black velvet pulling one-hundred-pound rabbits from silver hats.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 17 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.
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