451 по фаренгейту
The Sieve and the Sand
"Ifyouthoughtitwouldbeaplanworthtrying,I’dhavetotakeyourworditwouldhelp."
"Youcan’tguaranteethingslikethat! Afterall,whenwehadallthebooksweneeded,westillinsistedonfindingthehighestclifftojumpoff. Butwedoneedabreather.Wedoneedknowledge. Andperhapsinathousandyearswemightpicksmallercliffstojumpoff. Thebooksaretoreminduswhatassesandfoolsweare. They’reCaesar’spraetorianguard,whisperingastheparaderoarsdowntheavenue, ‘Remember,Caesar,thouartmortal’ Mostofuscan’trusharound,talkingtoeveryone,knowallthecitiesoftheworld, wehaven’ttime,moneyorthatmanyfriends. Thethingsyou’relookingfor,Montag,areintheworld, buttheonlywaytheaveragechapwilleverseeninety-ninepercentofthemisinabook. Don’taskforguarantees. Anddon’tlooktobesavedinanyonething,person,machine,orlibrary. Doyourownbitofsaving,andifyoudrown,atleastdieknowingyouwereheadedforshore."
Fabergotupandbegantopacetheroom.
"Well?"askedMontag.
"You’reabsolutelyserious?"
"Absolutely."
"It’saninsidiousplan,ifIdosaysomyself." Faberglancednervouslyathisbedroomdoor. "Toseethefirehousesburnacrosstheland,destroyedashotbedsoftreason. Thesalamanderdevourshistail!Ho,God!"
"I’vealistoffiremen’sresidenceseverywhere.Withsomesortofunderground."
