451 по фаренгейту
The Sieve and the Sand
"Andsomethingmore!Itlistens! Ifyouputitinyourear,Montag,Icansitcomfortablyhome, warmingmyfrightenedbones,andhearandanalysethefiremen’sworld, finditsweaknesses,withoutdanger. I’mtheQueenBee,safeinthehive. Youwillbethedrone,thetravellingear. Eventually,Icouldputoutearsintoallpartsofthecity,withvariousmen,listeningandevaluating. Ifthedronesdie,I’mstillsafeathome,tendingmyfrightwithamaximumofcomfortandaminimumofchance. SeehowsafeIplayit,howcontemptibleIam?"
Montagplacedthegreenbulletinhisear. Theoldmaninsertedasimilarobjectinhisownearandmovedhislips.
"Montag!"
ThevoicewasinMontag’shead.
"Ihearyou!"
Theoldmanlaughed."You’recomingoverfine,too!" Faberwhispered,butthevoiceinMontag’sheadwasclear. "Gotothefirehousewhenit’stime. I’llbewithyou. Let’slistentothisCaptainBeattytogether. Hecouldbeoneofus. Godknows.I’llgiveyouthingstosay.We’llgivehimagoodshow. Doyouhatemeforthiselectroniccowardiceofmine? HereIamsendingyououtintothenight, whileIstaybehindthelineswithmydamnedearslisteningforyoutogetyourheadchoppedoff."
"Wealldowhatwedo,"saidMontag. HeputtheBibleintheoldman’shands."Here. I’llchanceturninginasubstitute.Tomorrow—"
"I’llseetheunemployedprinter,yes;thatmuchIcando."
