1 The fumes of kerosene bloomed up about her.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 2 Beatty flicked his fingers to spark the kerosene.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 3 Not with kerosene and a match, but piecework, with a flame thrower.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 4 They hurried downstairs, Montag staggering after them in the kerosene fumes.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 5 Last night I thought about all that kerosene I've used in the past ten years.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 6 He pressed at the pain in his eyes and suddenly the odor of kerosene made him vomit.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 7 Their names leapt in fire, burning down the years under his axe and his hose which sprayed not water but kerosene.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 8 "Go on," said the woman, and Montag felt himself back away and away out the door, after Beatty, down the steps, across the lawn, where the path of kerosene lay like the track of some evil snail.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 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