451 по фаренгейту

           "You’vestartedalready,bysayingwhatyoujustsaid. You’llhavetotakemeonfaith." 

           "Itooktheothersonfaith!" 

           "Yes,andlookwherewe’reheaded. You’llhavetotravelblindforawhile. Here’smyarmtoholdonto." 

           "Idon’twanttochangesidesandjustbetoldwhattodo.There’snoreasontochangeifIdothat." 

           "You’rewisealready!" 

           Montagfelthisfeetmovinghimonthesidewalktowardhishouse. "Keeptalking." 

           "Wouldyoulikemetoread? I’llreadsoyoucanremember. Igotobedonlyfivehoursanight. Nothingtodo.Soifyoulike;I’llreadyoutosleepnights. Theysayyouretainknowledgeevenwhenyou’resleeping,ifsomeonewhispersitinyourear." 

           "Yes." 

           "Here."Farawayacrosstowninthenight,thefaintestwhisperofaturnedpage."TheBookofJob." 

           ThemoonroseintheskyasMontagwalked,hislipsmovingjustatrifle. 

           Hewaseatingalightsupperatnineintheeveningwhenthefrontdoorcriedoutinthehall andMildredranfromtheparlourlikeanativefleeinganeruptionofVesuvius. Mrs.PhelpsandMrs.Bowlescamethroughthefrontdoorandvanishedintothevolcano’smouthwithmartinisintheirhands: Montagstoppedeating.