451 по фаренгейту

           Hesawagreatjuggernautofstarsformintheskyandthreatentorolloverandcrushhim. 

           Hefloatedonhisbackwhenthevalisefilledandsank; theriverwasmildandleisurely,goingawayfromthepeople whoateshadowsforbreakfastandsteamforlunchandvapoursforsupper. Theriverwasveryreal; itheldhimcomfortablyandgavehimthetimeatlast,theleisure, toconsiderthismonth,thisyear,andalifetimeofyears. Helistenedtohisheartslow. Histhoughtsstoppedrushingwithhisblood. 

           Hesawthemoonlowintheskynow. Themoonthere,andthelightofthemooncausedbywhat? Bythesun,ofcourse.Andwhatlightsthesun? Itsownfire.Andthesungoeson,dayafterday,burningandburning.Thesunandtime. Thesunandtimeandburning. Burning.Theriverbobbledhimalonggently.Burning. Thesunandeveryclockontheearth. Itallcametogetherandbecameasinglethinginhismind. Afteralongtimeoffloatingonthelandandashorttimeoffloatingintheriver heknewwhyhemustneverburnagaininhislife. 

           Thesunburnedeveryday.ItburnedTime. Theworldrushedinacircleandturnedonitsaxis andtimewasbusyburningtheyearsandthepeopleanyway,withoutanyhelpfromhim. Soifheburntthingswiththefiremen,andthesunburntTime, thatmeantthateverythingburned! 

           Oneofthemhadtostopburning.Thesunwouldn’t,certainly. SoitlookedasifithadtobeMontagandthepeoplehehadworkedwithuntilafewshorthoursago. Somewherethesavingandputtingawayhadtobeginagainandsomeonehadtodothesavingandkeeping,onewayoranother,inbooks, inrecords,inpeople’sheads, anywayatallsolongasitwassafe,freefrommoths,silver-fish,rustanddry-rot,andmenwithmatches.