451 по фаренгейту
It was a pleasure to burn
Literallynotjustone,wallbut,sofar,three!Andexpensive,too!Andtheuncles,theaunts,thecousins,thenieces,thenephews,thatlivedinthosewalls,thegibberingpackoftree-apesthatsaidnothing,nothing,nothingandsaiditloud,loud,loud. Hehadtakentocallingthemrelativesfromtheveryfirst. "How’sUncleLouistoday?""Who?""AndAuntMaude?" ThemostsignificantmemoryhehadofMildred,really,wasofalittlegirlinaforestwithouttrees(howodd!)orratheralittlegirllostonaplateauwherethereusedtobetrees(youcouldfeelthememoryoftheirshapesallabout)sittinginthecentreofthe"living-room." Theliving-room;whatagoodjoboflabellingthatwasnow.Nomatterwhenhecamein,thewallswerealwaystalkingtoMildred.
"Somethingmustbedone!"
"Yes,somethingmustbedone!"
"Well,let’snotstandandtalk!"
"Let’sdoit!"
"I’msomadIcouldspit!"
Whatwasitallabout?Mildredcouldn’tsay.Whowasmadatwhom?Mildreddidn’tquiteknow.Whatweretheygoingtodo?Well,saidMildred,waitaroundandsee.
Hehadwaitedaroundtosee.
Agreatthunderstormofsoundgushedfromthewalls. Musicbombardedhimatsuchanimmensevolumethathisboneswerealmostshakenfromtheirtendons;hefelthisjawvibrate,hiseyeswobbleinhishead.
