451 по фаренгейту

           Shereturned,singing,snappingherfingerssoftly. 

           "Aren’tyougoingtoaskmeaboutlastnight?"hesaid. 

           "Whataboutit?" 

           "Weburnedathousandbooks.Weburnedawoman." 

           "Well?" 

           Theparlourwasexplodingwithsound. 

           "WeburnedcopiesofDanteandSwiftandMarcusAurelius." 

           "Wasn’theaEuropean?" 

           "Somethinglikethat." 

           "Wasn’thearadical?" 

           "Ineverreadhim." 

           "Hewasaradical."Mildredfiddledwiththetelephone."Youdon’texpectmetocallCaptainBeatty,doyou?" 

           "Youmust!" 

           "Don’tshout!" 

           "Iwasn’tshouting."Hewasupinbed,suddenly,enragedandflushed,shaking. Theparlourroaredinthehotair. "Ican’tcallhim.Ican’ttellhimI’msick."