451 по фаренгейту

           "What’sthis?"askedMildred,almostwithdelight.Montagheavedbackagainstherarms."What’sthishere?" 

           "Sitdown!"Montagshouted.Shejumpedaway,herhandsempty."We’retalking!" 

           Beattywentonasifnothinghadhappened. "Youlikebowling,don’tyou,Montag?" 

           "Bowling,yes." 

           "Andgolf?" 

           "Golfisafinegame." 

           "Basketball?" 

           "Afinegame." 

           "Billiards,pool?Football?" 

           "Finegames,allofthem." 

           "Moresportsforeveryone,groupspirit,fun,andyoudon’thavetothink,eh? Organizeandorganizeandsuperorganizesuper-supersports.Morecartoonsinbooks.Morepictures. Theminddrinkslessandless.Impatience.Highwaysfullofcrowdsgoingsomewhere,somewhere,somewhere,nowhere. Thegasolinerefugee.Townsturnintomotels,peopleinnomadicsurgesfromplacetoplace,followingthemoontides,livingtonightintheroomwhereyousleptthisnoonandIthenightbefore."