451 по фаренгейту

           HetookMontagquicklyintothebedroomandliftedapictureframeaside, revealingatelevisionscreenthesizeofapostalcard. "Ialwayswantedsomethingverysmall,somethingIcouldtalkto,somethingIcouldblotoutwiththepalmofmyhand, ifnecessary,nothingthatcouldshoutmedown,nothingmonstrousbig. So,yousee." Hesnappediton. "Montag,"theTVsetsaid,andlitup. "M-O-N-T-A-G."Thenamewasspelledoutbythevoice. "GuyMontag.Stillrunning. Policehelicoptersareup. AnewMechanicalHoundhasbeenbroughtfromanotherdistrict..." 

           MontagandFaberlookedateachother. 

           "...MechanicalHoundneverfails. Neversinceitsfirstuseintrackingquarryhasthisincredibleinventionmadeamistake. Tonight,thisnetworkisproudtohavetheopportunitytofollowtheHoundbycamerahelicopter asitstartsonitswaytothetarget..." 

           Faberpouredtwoglassesofwhisky. "We’llneedthese." 

           Theydrank. 

           "...nosesosensitivetheMechanicalHoundcanrememberandidentifytenthousandodour-indexesontenthousandmenwithoutre-setting!" 

           Fabertrembledtheleastbitandlookedaboutathishouse,atthewalls,thedoor,thedoorknob,andthechairwhereMontagnowsat. Montagsawthelook. Theybothlookedquicklyaboutthehouse andMontagfelthisnostrilsdilateandheknewthathewastryingtotrackhimself andhisnosewassuddenlygoodenoughtosensethepathhehadmadeintheairoftheroom andthesweatofhishandhungfromthedoorknob,invisible,butasnumerousasthejewelsofasmallchandelier, hewaseverywhere,inandonandabouteverything,hewasaluminouscloud, aghostthatmadebreathingoncemoreimpossible.