451 по фаренгейту
It was a pleasure to burn
"Shesaid,‘MasterRidley.’Shesaidsomecrazythingwhenwecameinthedoor.‘Playtheman,’shesaid,‘MasterRidley.’Something,something,something."
"‘Weshallthisdaylightsuchacandle,byGod’sgrace,inEngland,asItrustshallneverbeputout,"‘saidBeatty. StonemanglancedoverattheCaptain,asdidMontag,startled.
Beattyrubbedhischin. "AmannamedLatimersaidthattoamannamedNicholasRidley,astheywerebeingburntaliveatOxford,forheresy,onOctober16,1555."
MontagandStonemanwentbacktolookingatthestreetasitmovedundertheenginewheels.
"I’mfullofbitsandpieces,"saidBeatty."Mostfirecaptainshavetobe.SometimesIsurprisemyself.Watchit,Stoneman!"
Stonemanbrakedthetruck.
"Damn!"saidBeatty."You’vegonerightbythecornerwhereweturnforthefirehouse."
"Whoisit?"
"Whowoulditbe?"saidMontag,leaningbackagainstthecloseddoorinthedark.
Hiswifesaid,atlast, "Well,putonthelight."
"Idon’twantthelight."
