451 по фаренгейту
It was a pleasure to burn
"Letmefixyourpillow,"saidMildred.
"No!"whisperedMontag.
"Thezipperdisplacesthebuttonandamanlacksjustthatmuchtimetothinkwhiledressingatdawn,aphilosophicalhour,andthusamelancholyhour."
Mildredsaid,"Here."
"Getaway,"saidMontag.
"Lifebecomesonebigpratfall,Montag;everythingbang,boff,andwow!"
"Wow,"saidMildred,yankingatthepillow.
"ForGod’ssake,letmebe!"criedMontagpassionately.
Beattyopenedhiseyeswide.
Mildred’shandhadfrozenbehindthepillow.Herfingersweretracingthebook’soutlineandastheshapebecamefamiliarherfacelookedsurprisedandthenstunned.Hermouthopenedtoaskaquestion...
"Emptythetheatressaveforclownsandfurnishtheroomswithglasswallsandprettycoloursrunningupanddownthewallslikeconfettiorbloodorsherryorsauterne.Youlikebaseball,don’tyou,Montag?"
"Baseball’safinegame."
NowBeattywasalmostinvisible,avoicesomewherebehindascreenofsmoke
