1 They see only the blaze, the pretty fire, as you saw it.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 2 When they reached her house all its lights were blazing.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 3 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.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 4 It was a vast stage without scenery, inviting him to run across, easily seen in the blazing illumination, easily caught, easily shot down.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 5 In all the rush and fervor, Montag had only an instant to read a line, but it blazed in his mind for the next minute as if stamped there with fiery steel.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 6 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.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 7 You firemen provide a circus now and then at which buildings are set off and crowds gather for the pretty blaze, but it's a small sideshow indeed, and hardly necessary to keep things in line.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 8 So it was now, in his own parlor, with these women twisting in their chairs under his gaze, lighting cigarettes, blowing smoke, touching their sun-fired hair and examining their blazing fingernails as if they had caught fire from his look.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 9 The room was blazing hot, he was all fire, he was all coldness; they sat in the middle of an empty desert with three chairs and him standing, swaying, and him waiting for Mrs. Phelps to stop straightening her dress hem and Mrs. Bowles to take her fingers away from her hair.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 10 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