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“'I want you to meet Jonathan Swift, the author of that evil political book, Gulliver's Travels! And this other fellow is Charles Darwin, and this one. The only use of JONATHAN SWIFT in FAHRENHEIT Our page I want you to meet Jonathan Swift, the author of that evil political book, Gulliver's Travels!. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane.(7) .. I want you to meet Jonathan Swift, the author of that evil political book, Gulliver's.
Gulliver's Travels page " I want you to meet Jonathan Swift, the author of the evil political book, Gulliver's Travels! And this other fellow is Charles Darwin, and this one is Schopenhauer, and this one is Einstein, and this one here at my elbow is Mr.
Albert Schweitzer, a very kind philosopher indeed. Here we all are, Montag. Lincoln, if you please. We are also Mathew, Mark, Luke, and John. The author includes this quote in the novel to show that the past world of books and literacy is not entirely lost, and that people refuse to let go of these masterpieces that the fireman are so desperately trying to purge from the modern world Through this quote Montag also discovers that he is not the only one who has discovered the beauty of books and all of the great things of the past world.
Candle Quote page 36 " Play the man, Master Ridley; we shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out. I believe that the author utilized this quote to foreshadow Montag standing up against book burning.
This quote also sheds a new light and hope for the people standing up for what they believe in. The woman sacrifices herself who will only live an extended mount of time, for books, which will live on forever, if they aren't burned. This quote shows the great courage of the woman just as the martyrs had great courage to stand up for their religion. We have left God's path to follow our own. Yet the LORD laid on him the guilt and sins of us all.
Bradbury is trying relate the modern world to books and the past world. This quote makes the reader think about the past and relate it to the present. The Hearth and the Salamander[ edit ] It was a pleasure to burn. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane. That's our official slogan. I've seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night.Taylor Swift - Look What You Made Me Do
The others would never do that. The others would walk off and leave me talking. No one has time any more for anyone else. You're one of the few who put up with me. That's why I think it's so strange you're a fireman. It just doesn't seem right for you, somehow. If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. My uncle drove slowly on a highway once.
He drove forty miles per hour and they jailed him for two days. What a shame if that's all it can ever know. She was only standing, weaving from side to side, her eyes fixed upon a nothingness in the wall as if they had struck her a terrible blow upon the head.
Her tongue was moving in her mouth, and her eyes seemed to be trying to remember something, and then they remembered and her tongue moved again: Always before it had been like snuffing a candle. The police went first and adhesive-taped the victim's mouth and bandaged him off into their glittering beetle cars, so when you arrived you found an empty house. You weren't hurting anyone, you were hurting only things!
And since things really couldn't be hurt, since things felt nothing, and things don't scream or whimper, as this woman might begin to scream and cry out, there was nothing to tease your conscience later. You were simply cleaning up. Everything to its proper place. Quick with the kerosene! Who's got a match? He felt one hand and then the other work his coat free and let it slump to the floor.
He held his pants out into an abyss and let them fall into darkness. His hands had been infected, and soon it would be his arms. He could feel the poison working up his wrists and into his elbows and his shoulders and then jump over from shoulder blade to shoulder blade like a spark leaping a gap.
His hands were ravenous. And his eyes were beginning to feel hunger as if they must look at something, anything, everything. She's nothing to me; she shouldn't have had books. It was her responsibility, she should have thought of that. She's got you going and next thing you know we'll be out, no house, no job, nothing.
That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone?
We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?
Don't step on the toes of the dog lovers, the cat lovers, doctors, lawyers, merchants, chiefs, Mormons, Baptists, Unitarians, second-generation Chinese, Swedes, Italians, Germans, Texans, Brooklynites, Irishmen, people from Oregon or Mexico. The people in this book, this play, this TV serial are not meant to represent any actual painters, cartographers, mechanics anywhere. The bigger your market, Montag, the less you handle controversy, remember that! Authors, full of evil thoughts, lock up your typewriters.
Montag whose sole knowledge, as I say, of Hamlet was a one-page digest in a book that claimed: Out of the nursery into the college and back to the nursery; there's your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or more. School is shortened, discipline relaxed, philosophies, histories, languages dropped, English and spelling gradually gradually neglected, finally almost completely ignored.
Life is immediate, the job counts, pleasure lies all about after work. Why learn anything save pressing buttons, pulling switches, fitting nuts and bolts? You always dread the unfamiliar.
„Today I am the President of the Republic, but I will be the first to join the Maquis.“
Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against. A book is a loaded gun in the house next door. Take the shot from the weapon.
Who knows who might be the target of the well-read man? I won't stomach them for a minute. Haven't you heard it all your life? I want to be happy, people say. Don't we keep them moving, don't we give them fun? That's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation?
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And you must admit our culture provides plenty of these. White people don't feel good about Uncle Tom's Cabin. That can be embarrassing. You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it.
The poor girl's better off dead. If you don't want a house built, hide the nails and wood. Better yet, give him none. Let him forget there is such a thing as war. Cram them full of non-combustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change.
Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy. Any man who can take a TV wall apart and put it back together again, and most men can nowadays, is happier than any man who tries to slide rule, measure, and equate the universe, which just won't be measured or equated without making man feel bestial and lonely. I know, I've tried it; to hell with it.
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The important thing for you to remember, Montag, is we're the Happiness Boys, the Dixie Duo, you and I and the others. We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought.
We have our fingers in the dike. Don't let the torrent of melancholy and drear philosophy drown our world. We depend on you. I don't think you realize how important you are, to our happy world as it stands now. What do the books say, he wonders. Oh, to scratch that itch, eh? Well, Montag, take my word for it, I've had to read a few in my time, to know what I was about, and the books say nothing! Nothing you can teach or believe.
They're about nonexistent people, figments of imagination, if they're fiction. And if they're non-fiction, it's worse, one professor calling another an idiot, one philosopher screaming down another's gullet. All of them running about, putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun. You come away lost. And if there is something here, just one little thing out of a whole mess of things, maybe we can pass it on to someone else.
That woman, the other night, Millie, you weren't there. You didn't see her face. You never talked to her.
I talked to her. And men like Beatty are afraid of her. I can't understand it. Why should they be so afraid of someone like her? But I kept putting her alongside the firemen in the house last night, and I suddenly realized I didn't like them at all, and I didn't like myself at all any more.
The Sieve and the Sand[ edit ] We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy. The only thing I positively knew was gone was the books I'd burned in ten or twelve years. So I thought books might help. No, no, it's not books at all you're looking for! Take it where you can find it, in old phonograph records, old motion pictures, and in old friends; look for it in nature and look for it in yourself. Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget.
There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us. Of course you couldn't know this, of course you still can't understand what I mean when I say all this. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her.
The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies. But when he was held, rootless, in mid-air, by Hercules, he perished easily. If there isn't something in that legend for us today, in this city, in our time, then I am completely insane. But we do need knowledge. And perhaps in a thousand years we might pick smaller cliffs to jump off.
They're Caesar's praetorian guard, whispering as the parade roars down the avenue, 'Remember, Caesar, thou art mortal. The things you're looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book. Don't ask for guarantees. And don't look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore. The public stopped reading of its own accord.
You firemen provide a circus now and then at which buildings are set off and crowds gather for the pretty blaze, but its a small sideshow indeed, and hardly necessary to keep things in line. So few want to be rebels anymore. And out of those few, most, like myself, scare easily. Can you dance faster than the White Clown, shout louder than 'Mr. Gimmick' and the parlor 'families'? If you can, you'll win your way, Montag.