451 по фаренгейту

           Yousee?Howlikeabeautifulstatueoficeitwas,meltinginthesun. Irememberthenewspapersdyinglikehugemoths. Noonewantedthemback.Noonemissedthem. AndtheGovernment,seeinghowadvantageousitwastohavepeoplereadingonlyaboutpassionatelipsandthefistinthestomach,circledthesituationwithyourfire-eaters. So,Montag,there’sthisunemployedprinter. Wemightstartafewbooks,andwaitonthewartobreakthepatternandgiveusthepushweneed. Afewbombsandthe‘families’inthewallsofallthehouses,likeharlequinrats,willshutup! Insilence,ourstage-whispermightcarry." 

           Theybothstoodlookingatthebookonthetable. 

           "I’vetriedtoremember,"saidMontag. "But,hell,it’sgonewhenIturnmyhead. God,howIwantsomethingtosaytotheCaptain. He’sreadenoughsohehasalltheanswers,orseemstohave. Hisvoiceislikebutter. I’mafraidhe’lltalkmebackthewayIwas. Onlyaweekago,pumpingakerosenehose,Ithought: God,whatfun!" 

           Theoldmannodded. "Thosewhodon’tbuildmustburn.It’sasoldashistoryandjuveniledelinquents." 

           "Sothat’swhatIam." 

           "There’ssomeofitinallofus." 

           Montagmovedtowardsthefrontdoor. "Canyouhelpmeinanywaytonight,withtheFireCaptain? Ineedanumbrellatokeepofftherain.I’msodamnedafraidI’lldrownifhegetsmeagain." 

           Theoldmansaidnothing,butglancedoncemorenervously,athisbedroom. Montagcaughttheglance. "Well?"