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>> No.9298515 [View]
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What is the most "you have to own this" book? Regardless of how much you liked it or how good it is, just how essential it is to have.

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Lit, tell me why you dislike Fahrenheit 451

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why is this book praised so much? reading most of it was a torture i forced on myself and I really like dystopian fiction

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>So let's gather round the campfire and sing our campfire song. Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song.

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>>598141
Original Mugnaini cover for Fahrenheit 451.

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He saw her in her hotel room somewhere now in the halfsecond remaining with the
bombs a yard, a foot, an inch from her building. He saw her leaning toward the great
shimmering walls of colour and motion where the family talked and talked and talked
to her, where the family prattled and chatted and said her name and smiled at her
and said nothing of the bomb that was an inch, now a half-inch, now a quarter-inch
from the top of the hotel. Leaning into the wall as if all of the hunger of looking would
find the secret of her sleepless unease there. Mildred, leaning anxiously, nervously,
as if to plunge, drop, fall into that swarming immensity of colour to drown in its bright
happiness.
The first bomb struck.
"Mildred! "
Perhaps, who would ever know? Perhaps the great broadcasting stations with their
beams of colour and light and talk and chatter went first into oblivion.
Montag, falling flat, going down, saw or felt, or imagined he saw or felt the walls go
dark in Millie's face, heard her screaming, because in the millionth part of time left,
she saw her own face reflected there, in a mirror instead of a crystal ball, and it was
such a wildly empty face, all by itself in the room, touching nothing, starved and
eating of itself, that at last she recognized it as her own and looked quickly up at the
ceiling as it and the entire structure of the hotel blasted down upon her, carrying her
with a million pounds of brick, metal, plaster, and wood, to meet other people in the
hives below, all on their quick way down to the cellar where the explosion rid itself of
them in its own unreasonable way.

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