1 They didn't show the man's face in focus.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 2 The women showed their tongues, laughing.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 3 It's a wonder it didn't show on me, like fat.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 4 "We'd certainly miss you if you didn't show," said Beatty, putting his pipe in his pocket thoughtfully.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 5 Beatty smiled his smile which showed the candy pinkness of his gums and the tiny candy whiteness of his teeth.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 6 The crowd drew back into the houses; the great tents of the circus had slumped into charcoal and rubble and the show was well over.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 7 They and their charcoal hair and soot-colored brows and bluish-ash-smeared cheeks where they had shaven close; but their heritage showed.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 8 Classics cut to fit fifteen-minute radio shows, then cut again to fill a two-minute book column, winding up at last as a ten- or twelve-line dictionary resume.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 9 There had been a time two years ago when he had bet with the best of them, and lost a week's salary and faced Mildred's insane anger, which showed itself in veins and blotches.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 10 Ladies, once a year, every fireman's allowed to bring one book home, from the old days, to show his family how silly it all was, how nervous that sort of thing can make you, how crazy.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 11 What incredible power of identification the girl had; she was like the eager watcher of a marionette show, anticipating each flicker of an eyelid, each gesture of his hand, each flick of a finger, the moment before it began.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander