451 по фаренгейту

           "Scarehelloutofthem,that’swhat,scarethelivingdaylightsout!" 

           Mildredlookedattheemptyair. "NowGuy,justwhoareyoutalkingto?" 

           Asilverneedlepiercedhisbrain. "Montag,listen,onlyonewayout,playitasajoke,coverup,pretendyouaren’tmadatall. Then—walktoyourwall-incinerator,andthrowthebookin!" 

           Mildredhadalreadyanticipatedthisinaquaveryvoice. "Ladies,onceayear,everyfireman’sallowedtobringonebookhome,fromtheolddays,toshowhisfamilyhowsillyitallwas, hownervousthatsortofthingcanmakeyou,howcrazy. Guy’ssurprisetonightistoreadyouonesampletoshowhowmixed-upthingswere,sononeofuswilleverhavetobotherourlittleoldheadsaboutthatjunkagain, isn’tthatright,darling?" 

           Hecrushedthebookinhisfists. "Say‘yes.’" 

           HismouthmovedlikeFaber’s. 

           "Yes." 

           Mildredsnatchedthebookwithalaugh. "Here!Readthisone.No,Itakeitback.Here’sthatrealfunnyoneyoureadoutloudtoday. Ladies,youwon’tunderstandaword. Itgoesumpty-tumpty-ump. Goahead,Guy,thatpage,dear." 

           Helookedattheopenedpage. 

           Aflystirreditswingssoftlyinhisear. "Read." 

           "What’sthetitle,dear?"