Fahrenheit 451 Page #8

- JUST LOOK AT HIM, COUSINS.

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IT'S ALL OVER, COUSINS.

MONTAG IS DEAD.

A CRIME AGAINST SOCIETY

HAS BEEN AVENGED.

THEY NEVER SHOWED

THE MAN'S FACE PROPERLY.

IT WAS TOO FAR AWAY, OF COURSE.

EVEN YOUR FRIENDS ARE BOUND

TO BELIEVE YOU'RE DEAD.

HERE. YOU MAY AS WELL

SHED YOUR OLD SKIN.

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"THE MOON WAS SHINING

SULKILY...

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"BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT THE SUN...

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"HAD GOT NO BUSINESS

TO BE THERE...

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"AFTER THE DAY WAS DONE.

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'IT'S VERY RUDE OF HIM,'

SHE SAID."

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ARE YOU INTERESTED

IN PLATO'SREPUBLIC ?

UH--

WELL, I AM

PLATO'SREPUBLIC.

I'LL RECITE MYSELF FOR YOU

WHENEVER YOU LIKE.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

NOW HERE'S

WUTHERING HEIGHTS

BY EMILY BRONTE.

AND HERE'STHE CORSAIR

BY BYRON.

SHE USED TO BE MARRIED

TO A CHIEF OF POLICE.

NOW THAT SKINNY FELLOW

ISALICE IN WONDERLAND

BY LEWIS CARROLL.

WHERE'SALICE THROUGH

THE LOOKING-GLASSTODAY ?

SHE SHOULD BE SOMEWHERE ABOUT.

THERE'SPILGRIM'S PROGRESS

BY JOHN BUNYAN.

HE ATE HIS BOOK:

SO THEY COULDN'T BURN IT.

WAITING FOR GODO BY SAMUEL BECKETT.

OH, YOU SEE THE LITTLE BLONDE

COMING TOWARDS US ?

WATCH HER BLUSH.

I'M JEAN-PAUL SARTRE'S

THE JEWISH QUESTION.

DELIGHTED TO MEET YOU.

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I'MTHE MARTIAN CHRONICLES

BY RAY BRADBURY.

ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE--

[ Man ]

OH. MAY I ?

THE PICKWICK PAPERS

CHARLES DICKENS.

OH, CHARLES DICKENS.

ONCE I READ A BOOK

HE WROTE:

DAVID COPPERFIELD.

WE HAVE ADAVID COPPERFIELD

AMONGST US.

HE'S WITH ANOTHER GROUP

IN THE SOUTH.

I AMTHE PRINCE:

BY MACHIAVELLI.

OH.

AS YOU SEE, YOU CAN' JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER.

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I AM JANE AUSTIN'S

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE.

I AM JANE AUSTIN'S

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE.

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BOTH OF YOU THE SAME BOOK ?

MY BROTHER:

IS VOLUME ONE.

MY BROTHER:

IS VOLUME TWO.

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IT'S A GREAT PLEASURE

TO MEET YOU.

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WE CALL THE FIRST ONE PRIDE.

THE OTHER ONE'S PREJUDICE.

I DON'T THINK THEY

LIKE IT MUCH.

HERE, WE'RE ONLY 50 OR SO,

BUT THERE ARE MANY, MANY MORE

SCATTERED AROUND.

IN ABANDONED RAILWAY YARDS,

WANDERING THE ROADS.

TRAMPS OUTWARDLY,

BUT, INWARDLY, LIBRARIES.

OH, IT WASN'T PLANNED.

IT JUST SO HAPPENED THA A MAN HERE AND A MAN THERE

LOVED SOME BOOK.

AND RATHER THAN LOSE IT,

HE LEARNED IT.

AND WE CAME TOGETHER.

WE'RE A MINORITY

OF UNDESIRABLES CRYING

OUT IN THE WILDERNESS.

BUT IT WON' ALWAYS BE SO.

ONE DAY WE SHALL BE CALLED

ON, ONE BY ONE, TO RECITE

WHAT WE'VE LEARNED.

AND THEN BOOKS:

WILL BE PRINTED AGAIN.

AND WHEN THE NEX AGE OF DARKNESS COMES,

THOSE WHO COME AFTER US

WILL DO AGAIN AS WE

HAVE DONE.

I HAVE ONE:

WITH ME.

YES ?

WHAT IS IT ?

LET ME SEE.

"TALES OF MYSTERY

AND IMAGINATION:

BY EDGAR ALLEN POE."

LEARN IT QUICKLY,

SO THAT WE CAN BURN IT.

YOU BURN IT ?

WE HAVE TO, SO THA NO ONE CAN TAKE THEM

AWAY FROM US.

YES, WE BURN THE BOOKS.

BUT WE KEEP THEM UP HERE

WHERE NOBODY CAN FIND THEM.

AS A MATTER OF FACT,

WE'VE JUST BURNED

THE MEMOIRS OF SAINT SIMON.

YOU SEE, MONTAG,

THAT MAN OVER THERE

HASN'T MUCH LONGER TO LIVE.

HE'STHE WEIR OF HERMISTON

BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.

THE BOY IS HIS NEPHEW.

HE'S NOW RECITING HIMSELF,

SO THE BOY CAN BECOME THE BOOK.

"'I WILL BE VERY QUIET,'

REPLIED ARCHIE. AND

I WILL BE BOLDLY FRANK.

I DO NOT LOVE MY FATHER.

I WONDER SOMETIMES

IF I DO NOT HATE HIM."

"'I WILL BE VERY QUIET,'

REPLIED ARCHIE. AND I

WILL BE BOLDLY FRANK.

I DO NOT LOVE MY FATHER.

I WONDER SOMETIMES

IF I DO NOT HATE HIM."

"THERE'S MY SHAME,

PERHAPS MY SIN.

AT LEAST, AND IN THE SIGH OF GOD, NOT MY FAULT."

"THERE'S MY SHAME,

PERHAPS MY SIN.

AT LEAST, AND IN THE SIGH OF GOD, NOT MY FAULT."

"HOW WAS I TO LOVE HIM ?

"HE HAS NEVER SPOKEN TO ME,

NEVER SMILED UPON ME.

I DO NOT THINK:

HE EVER TOUCHED ME."

"HOW WAS I TO LOVE HIM ?

HE HAS NEVER SPOKEN TO ME,

NEVER SMILED UPON ME.

AND I DO NOT THINK

HE EVER TOUCHED ME."

"HE WAS MORE AFRAID OF DEATH

THAN OF ANYTHING ELSE.

"AND HE DIED

AS HE THOUGHT HE WOULD,

WHILE THE FIRST SNOWS

OF WINTER FELL."

"HE WAS MORE AFRAID OF DEATH

THAN OF ANYTHING ELSE.

"AND HE DIED--"

"AND HE DIED

WHILE THE FIRST--"

"HE DIED AS HE THOUGHT--"

"AND HE DIED

AS HE THOUGHT--"

"AS HE THOUGH HE WOULD."

"AS HE THOUGHT HE WOULD,

WHILE THE FIRST SNOWS

OF WINTER FELL."

"'I WILL BE VERY QUIET,'

REPLIED ARCHIE. AND

I WILL BE BOLDLY FRANK.

"I DO NOT LOVE MY FATHER.

I WONDER SOMETIMES

IF I DO NOT HATE HIM.

"THERE'S MY SHAME,

PERHAPS MY SIN.

"AT LEAST, AND IN THE SIGH OF GOD, NOT MY FAULT.

"HOW WAS I TO LOVE HIM ?

HE HAS NEVER SPOKEN TO ME,

NEVER SMILED UPON ME.

"AND I DO NOT THINK

HE EVER TOUCHED ME.

"HE WAS MORE AFRAID OF DEATH

THAN OF ANYTHING ELSE.

"AND HE DIED AS HE

THOUGHT HE WOULD,

WHILE THE FIRST SNOWS

OF WINTER FELL."

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"I'M GOING TO RELATE

A TALE FULL OF HORROR."

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"I WOULD GLADLY SUPPRESS IT,

WERE IT NOT A CHRONICLE."

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"NOW, HOW MUCH THERE IS

TO TELL--"

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"AT THAT MOMENT,

MR. PICKWICK--"

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CAPTIONS, INC. LOS ANGELES

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