451 по фаренгейту

           Hewasavictimofconcussion. Whenitwasalloverhefeltlikeamanwhohadbeenthrownfromacliff,whirledinacentrifugeandspatoutoverawaterfallthatfellandfellintoemptinessandemptinessandnever-quite-touched-bottom-never-never-quite-nonotquite-touched-bottom... andyoufellsofastyoudidn’ttouchthesideseither...never...quite...touched...anything. 

           Thethunderfaded.Themusicdied. 

           "There,"saidMildred. 

           Anditwasindeedremarkable.Somethinghadhappened.Eventhoughthepeopleinthewallsoftheroomhadbarelymoved,andnothinghadreallybeensettled,youhadtheimpressionthatsomeonehadturnedonawashing-machineorsuckedyouupinagiganticvacuum. Youdrownedinmusicandpurecacophony. Hecameoutoftheroomsweatingandonthepointofcollapse.Behindhim,Mildredsatinherchairandthevoiceswentonagain: 

           "Well,everythingwillbeallrightnow,"saidan"aunt." 

           "Oh,don’tbetoosure,"saida"cousin." 

           "Now,don’tgetangry!" 

           "Who’sangry?" 

           "Youare!" 

           "You’remad!" 

           "WhyshouldIbemad!"