Faber Quotes (2 quotes)
Fahrenheit 451 - Part 2 (Beatty Taunts Montag) - Summary and Analysis - Ray Bradbury
Professor Faber Quotes. Professor Faber Birthname. Total quotes 3 Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them, at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us. Books Knowledge Storage.
It listens! If you put it in your ear, Montag, I can sit comfortably home, warming my frightened bones, and hear and analyse the firemen's world, find its weaknesses, without danger. I'm the Queen Bee, safe in the hive. You will be the drone, the travelling ear. Eventually, I could put out ears into all parts of the city, with various men, listening and evaluating.
Millie and Montag spend the rest of the cold, rainy, November afternoon reading through the books that Montag has acquired. As Montag reads, he begins to understand what Clarisse meant when she said that she knew the way that life is to be experienced. So entranced are Montag and Millie by the substance of the books, they ignore the noise of a sniffing dog outside their window. In Millie's mind, books hold no value; she would rather avoid reality and bask in the fantasy of her television. Although she can choose books and life, she chooses instead to place her loyalties with the television character, White Clown, and the rest of her television family.
Montag sensed it was a rhymeless poem.
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When Ray Bradbury wrote Fahrenheit in , television was gaining popularity for the first time, and Bradbury was concerned about its increasing influence in everyday people's lives. In Fahrenheit , the contrast between passive entertainment television and critical thought books is a central concern. The following quotes represent some of the most significant ideas and arguments within the novel. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. These are the opening lines of the novel.