451 по фаренгейту
It was a pleasure to burn
Herheadturned.Thoughshequiteobviouslywasnotlistening.
Montagsaid, "It’sonlyastepfromnotgoingtoworktodaytonotworkingtomorrow,tonotworkingatthefirehouseeveragain."
"Youaregoingtoworktonight,though,aren’tyou?"saidMildred.
"Ihaven’tdecided.RightnowI’vegotanawfulfeelingIwanttosmashthingsandkillthings."
"Gotakethebeetle."
"Nothanks."
"Thekeystothebeetleareonthenighttable. IalwaysliketodrivefastwhenIfeelthatway. Yougetituparoundninety-fiveandyoufeelwonderful.SometimesIdriveallnightandcomebackandyoudon’tknowit. It’sfunoutinthecountry. Youhitrabbits,sometimesyouhitdogs. Gotakethebeetle."
"No,Idon’twantto,thistime. Iwanttoholdontothisfunnything. God,it’sgottenbigonme. Idon’tknowwhatitis. I’msodamnedunhappy,I’msomad,andIdon’tknowwhyIfeellikeI’mputtingonweight.Ifeelfat. IfeellikeI’vebeensavingupalotofthings,anddon’tknowwhat. Imightevenstartreadingbooks."
"They’dputyouinjail,wouldn’tthey?"Shelookedathimasifhewerebehindtheglasswall.
Hebegantoputonhisclothes,movingrestlesslyaboutthebedroom. "Yes,anditmightbeagoodidea.BeforeIhurtsomeone. DidyouhearBeatty?Didyoulistentohim?
