451 по фаренгейту

           GrangertouchedMontag’sarm. "Welcomebackfromthedead." Montagnodded. Grangerwenton."Youmightaswellknowallofus,now. ThisisFredClement,formeroccupantoftheThomasHardychairatCambridge intheyearsbeforeitbecameanAtomicEngineeringSchool. ThisotherisDr.SimmonsfromU.C.L.A.,aspecialistinOrtegayGasset; ProfessorWestheredidquiteabitforethics,anancientstudynow,forColumbiaUniversityquitesomeyearsago. ReverendPadoverheregaveafewlecturesthirtyyearsagoandlosthisflockbetweenoneSundayandthenextforhisviews. He’sbeenbummingwithussometimenow. Myself:Iwroteabookcalled TheFingersintheGlove;theProperRelationshipbetweentheIndividualandSociety, andhereIam! Welcome,Montag!" 

           "Idon’tbelongwithyou,"saidMontag,atlast,slowly. "I’vebeenanidiotalltheway." 

           "We’reusedtothat. Weallmadetherightkindofmistakes,orwewouldn’tbehere. Whenwewereseparateindividuals,allwehadwasrage. Istruckafiremanwhenhecametoburnmylibraryyearsago. I’vebeenrunningeversince. Youwanttojoinus,Montag?" 

           "Yes." 

           "Whathaveyoutooffer?" 

           "Nothing.IthoughtIhadpartoftheBookofEcclesiastesandmaybealittleofRevelation,butIhaven’teventhatnow." 

           "TheBookofEcclesiasteswouldbefine.Wherewasit?" 

           "Here,"Montagtouchedhishead. 

           "Ah,"Grangersmiledandnodded.