"What is there about fire that's so lovely? No matter what age we are, what draws us to it?"
Beatty blew out the flame and lit it again. "It's perpetual motion; the thing man wanted to invent but never did. Or almost perpetual motion. If you let it go on, it'd burn our lifetimes out. What is fire? It's a mystery. Scientists give us gobbledegook about friction and molecules. But they don't really know. Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences. A problem gets too burdensome, then into the furnace with it. Now, Montag, you're a burden. And fire will lift you off my shoulders, clean, quick, sure; nothing to rot later.
Antibiotic, aesthetic, practical."
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Showing posts with label Ray Bradbury. Show all posts
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Wednesday, January 02, 2013
Tuesday, January 01, 2013
Fahrenheit 451
"So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life.
The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from the chemistry of the earth.
Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.
Do you know the legend of Hercules and Antaeus, the giant wrestler, whose strength was incredible so long as he stood firmly on the earth? But when he was held, rootless, in mid-air, by Hercules, he perished easily. If there isn't something in that legend for us today, in this city, in our time, then I am completely insane."
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