1 He strode in a swarm of fireflies.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 2 She gave herself time to think of it.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 3 So I've lots of time for crazy thoughts, I guess.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 4 The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 5 Montag grinned the fierce grin of all men singed and driven back by flame.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 6 It was a look, almost, of pale surprise; the dark eyes were so fixed to the world that no move escaped them.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 7 Her face was slender and milk-white, and in it was a kind of gentle hunger that touched over everything with tireless curiosity.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 8 He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 9 The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 10 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.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 11 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 12 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.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 13 He almost thought he heard the motion of her hands as she walked, and the infinitely small sound now, the white stir of her face turning when she discovered she was a moment away from a man who stood in the middle of the pavement waiting.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 14 He saw himself in her eyes, suspended in two shining drops of bright water, himself dark and tiny, in fine detail, the lines about his mouth, everything there, as if her eyes were two miraculous bits of violet amber that might capture and hold him intact.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 15 He walked out of the fire station and along the midnight street toward the subway where the silent air-propelled train slid soundlessly down its lubricated flue in the earth and let him out with a great puff of warm air onto the cream-tiled escalator rising to the suburb.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 16 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 17 One time, as a child, in a power failure, his mother had found and lit a last candle and there had been a brief hour of rediscovery, of such illumination that space lost its vast dimensions and drew comfortably around them, and they, mother and son, alone, transformed, hoping that the power might not come on again too soon.
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