451 по фаренгейту

           "Why,theywererightinthatparlourwall,notsixmonthsago. Onewasalwayspickinghisnose;itdrovemewild." 

           "Well,Mr.Montag,"saidMrs.Phelps,"doyouwantustovoteforamanlikethat?" 

           Mildredbeamed. "Youjustrunawayfromthedoor,Guy,anddon’tmakeusnervous." 

           ButMontagwasgoneandbackinamomentwithabookinhishand. 

           "Guy!" 

           "Damnitall,damnitall,damnit!" 

           "What’veyougotthere;isn’tthatabook?Ithoughtthatallspecialtrainingthesedayswasdonebyfilm." Mrs.Phelpsblinked."Youreadinguponfiremantheory?" 

           "Theory,hell,"saidMontag."It’spoetry." 

           "Montag."Awhisper. 

           "Leavemealone!"Montagfelthimselfturninginagreatcirclingroarandbuzzandhum. 

           "Montag,holdon,don’t..." 

           "Didyouhearthem,didyouhearthesemonsterstalkingaboutmonsters? OhGod,thewaytheyjabberaboutpeopleandtheirownchildren andthemselvesandthewaytheytalkabouttheirhusbandsandthewaytheytalkaboutwar, dammit,IstandhereandIcan’tbelieveit!"