451 по фаренгейту
The Sieve and the Sand
Theyaresoconfidentthattheywillrunonforever. Buttheywon’trunon. Theydon’tknowthatthisisallonehugebigblazingmeteorthatmakesaprettyfireinspace,butthatsomedayit’llhavetohit. Theyseeonlytheblaze,theprettyfire,asyousawit."
"Montag,oldmenwhostayathome,afraid,tendingtheirpeanut-brittlebones,havenorighttocriticize. Yetyoualmostkilledthingsatthestart. Watchit!I’mwithyou,rememberthat.Iunderstandhowithappened. Imustadmitthatyourblindraginginvigoratedme. God,howyoungIfelt! Butnow—Iwantyoutofeelold,Iwantalittleofmycowardicetobedistilledinyoutonight. Thenextfewhours,whenyouseeCaptainBeatty,tiptoeroundhim,letmehearhimforyou,letmefeelthesituationout. Survivalisourticket. Forgetthepoor,sillywomen..."
"Imadethemunhappierthantheyhavebeeninyears,Ithink,"saidMontag. "ItshockedmetoseeMrs.Phelpscry. Maybethey’reright,maybeit’sbestnottofacethings,torun,havefun. Idon’tknow.Ifeelguilty—"
"No,youmustn’t!Iftherewerenowar,iftherewaspeaceintheworld,I’dsayfine,havefun! But,Montag,youmustn’tgobacktobeingjustafireman. Allisn’twellwiththeworld."
Montagperspired.
"Montag,youlistening?"
"Myfeet,"saidMontag."Ican’tmovethem. Ifeelsodamnsilly.Myfeetwon’tmove!"
"Listen.Easynow,"saidtheoldmangently."Iknow,Iknow. You’reafraidofmakingmistakes. Don’tbe.Mistakescanbeprofitedby. Man,whenIwasyoungIshovedmyignoranceinpeople’sfaces.
