Fahrenheit 451 (Chapter 1.1) Audiobook

[Music] hello and welcome today we are gonna be reading a very special book off to a brand new fresh start with our awesome new channel here we are going to be reading the amazing Fahrenheit 451 now you like I hope you like my arts I spent a lot of time on it I did a good job it was like two minutes of work so you know I tried really hard for you guys so we are going to be reading Fahrenheit 451 which you may or may not know is going to be turned into an HBO movie soon with Michael B Jordan in it and the other guy Michael Castleberry or whatever its name is he'll probably be famous too and I just don't know who he is but Michael B Jordan he was in a black panther which is a pretty good movie so it's probably gonna be a somewhat popular Fahrenheit 451 and this has been at the top of my list for a while I keep pushing it off for different reasons you guys really need to account amount of Christo and I know I've heard you there are a lot of other books that are requested but this is at the top of the reading list for most of American schools so we need to read this book and I really suggest you pay attention because it's incredibly popular incredibly famous something to do with burning books up Fahrenheit 451 the temperature 451 degrees Fahrenheit is actually the ignition temperature of paper which is kind of lights about burning books kiss books are made out of paper cool so I'm ready to start when you're ready to start um my intros will not be this long for any of the other videos I just wanted you to uh get used to the format this is gonna be interesting if they give you a ruled paper right the other way by Juan jamon Ramona's a man as yeah sure yeah oh yeah terrible start the hearth and the salamander chapter one it was a pleasure to burn it was a special pleasure to see things eaten to see other things blackened and changed with the brass nozzle in his fists with his great Python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world the blood and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and the charcoal ruins of history with a symbolic helmet numbered 451 on the stolid head and his eyes all orange aflame with the thoughts of what came next he flicks he flicked the igniter and a house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black he strode in a swarm of fireflies he wanted above all like the old joke to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace while the flapping pigeon wing books died some died on the porch in the lawn of the house well the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning Montag grinned a fierce grin of all men singed and driven back by flame he knew that when he returned to the firehouse he might have to wink at himself a minstrel man burned corked in the mirror later going to sleep he would feel the fiery smile and grip his face muscles in the dark he never went away that Smile never ever went away as long as he remembered he hung up his black beetle colored helmet and shined it he hung his flameproof jacket neatly he showed luxuriously and then whistling hands and pocket walked to cross the upper floor of the fire station and fell down the hole at the last moment when disaster seemed positive he pulled back his hands from his pockets and broke his fall by grasping the golden pole he slid to a squeaking halt the heels one inch from a concrete floor downstairs he walked out of the fire station and along the midnight street towards the subway with a silent prayer propelled train slid silently down his lubricated flue in the earth and let him out with a great puff of warm air into the cream tiled escalator rising to the suburb whistling he let the escalator waft him in dues silent night or into the still night air walked across the corner thinking little at all about nothing in particular before I reach the corner however he slowed as if a wind sprung up from nowhere because if someone had called his name the last few nights you don't have the most uncertain feelings about the sidewalk just around the corner here moving in the starlight towards his house he had felt that a moment prior to his making the turn someone had been there the air seemed charged for the special calms if somebody had waited there quietly and only a moment before he came simply turned to a shadow and led him through perhaps his nose detected a faint perfume perhaps the skin on the backs of his hands on his face felt the temperature rise at the one spot where a person standing might raise the immediate atmosphere ten degrees for an instant there was no understanding it each time he made the turn he saw only the white unused buckling sidewalk but perhaps the one night something vanishing swiftly across the lawn before he could focus his eyes or speak but now tonight he slowed almost to a stop he's in her mind reaching out to the current the turn of the corner for him he heard the faintest whisper breathing there wasn't the atmosphere compressed merely by somebody standing very quietly there waiting he turned the corner the autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way to make the girl who was moving there seemed fixed to a sliding walk letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carrier forward her head was half bent to watch her shoes stir the circling leaves her face was slender and milk-white and it was some kind of a gentle hunger that touched over everything with tireless curiosity there's a look almost of hail surprise the dark eyes were so fixed to the world that no one no move escaped them her dress was white and it whispered he almost thought he heard the motion of her hands as she walked and the infinitely small sound now the white stir of her face turning when she discovered she was a moment away from the man who stood in the middle of the pavement waiting the trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain the girl stopped and looked as if she might pull back and surprise but instead stood regarding Montag with eyes so dark and shining and alive that he felt as if he had something quite wonderful but he knew his mouth had only move say hello and then when she seemed hypnotized by the salamander on his arm and the Phoenix disc on his chest he spoke again of course he said you are new neighbor aren't you and you must be she raised her eyes from her from his professional symbols the fireman her voice trailed off how oddly you say that I'd have known it with my eyes shut she said slowly what the smell of kerosene my wife always complains he left he never washed it off completely no you don't she said nah he felt she was walking in a circle about him turn iam and friend shaking him quietly and emptying his pockets without once moving herself kerosene he said because the silence had lengthened there's nothing but fur fume to me does it seem like that really of course why not she gave herself time to think of it I don't know she turned to face a sidewalk going towards their homes do you mind if I walk back with you I'm Clarissa McLellan Clarissa guy Montague come along what are you doing out so late wandering around how old are you they walked the warm cool blowing night in the slivered pavement there was the faintest breath of fresh apricots and strawberries in the air and he looked around and realized this was quite impossible so late in the air there was only the girl walking with him now her face bright as snow in the moonlight and he knew she was working his questions around seeking the best answers she could possibly give well she said I'm 17 and I'm crazy my uncle says those two always go together when people ask your age he said always say 17 and insane isn't that a nice isn't it a nice time of night to walk I like to smell things and look at things and sometimes stay up all night walking and watching the Sun rise they walked on again in silence and finally she said thoughtfully you know I'm not afraid of you at all he was surprised why should you be so many people are afraid to firemen I mean but you're just a man after all he saw himself in her eyes suspended in two shining drops of bright water himself dark and tiny and fine detail the lines about his mouth everything there is if our eyes were too miraculous bits of violent amber that might capture and hold him in tact her faced her dome now was fragile milk crystal with a soft constant lightning there was not the hysterical light of electricity but what the strangely comfortable and rare and gently flattering light of the candle one time as a chant a child and a power failure his mother had found and lit the last caste candle there had been a brief hour of rediscovery of such illumination that space lost its vast dimensions and true comfortably around them and they mother and son alone transformed hoping that the power might not come on again too soon and then clarissa McClellan said do you mind if I ask how long you've worked at being a fireman since I was twenty ten years ago do you ever read any of the books you burn he left that's against the law oh of course it's fine work Monday burn Millay Wednesday Whitman Friday Faulkner burn him to ashes and then burn the ashes that's our official slogan they walked still further and the girl said is it true that long ago firemen put fires out instead of going to start them no houses have always been fireproof take my word for it strange I heard once that a long ago time how alone a long time ago houses used to burn by accident and they needed firemen to stop the flames he laughed she glanced quickly over why are you laughing I don't know he started laughing again and then stopped why you laugh when I haven't been funny and you answer right off you never stop to think of what I've asked you he stopped walking you are an odd one he said looking at her haven't you any respect I don't mean to be insulting it's just I love to watch people too much I guess well doesn't that meet doesn't this mean anything to you he tapped the number of the numerals four or five one stiched others char color sleeve yes she whispered she increased her pace have you ever just watched the jet cars racing on the boulevard down the way you're changing the subject I sometimes think drivers don't know what grasses or flowers because I've never seen them slowly she said if you showed a driver green blur oh yes you'd say that's grass a pink blur that's a rose garden white blurs our houses Brown blurs or cows my drove slightly slowly on the highway once he drove 40 miles an hour and they jailed him for two days isn't that funny and sad too you think too many things said Montag uneasily like I rarely watch the parlor walls or go to races or fun parks so I've lost all time I so I have lots of time for crazy thoughts I guess have you seen the 200 footlong billboards in the country beyond town did you know that once billboards for only 20 feet long the cars started rushing by so quickly they had to stretch the advertising out so it would last I didn't know that Montag left abruptly but I know something else you don't there's dew on the grass in the morning you suddenly couldn't remember if he had known this or not and it made him quite irritable and if you look she's not at the sky there's a man in the moon he hadn't looked for a long time they walked the rest of the way in silence her his thoughtful his a kind of clenching and uncomfortable silence in which he shot her accusing glances when they reached her house all of its lights were blazing what's going on Montag had rarely seen that many house lights oh just my mother and father and uncles sitting around talking it's like being a pedestrian only rare my uncle was array's arrested another time did I tell you for being a pedestrian oh we're most peculiar but what did you talk about or what do you talk about she laughed at this good night she started up her walk then she seemed to remember something and came back to look at him with wonder and curiosity are you happy she said am i what he cried but she was gone running in the moonlight her front door shut gently happy of all the nonsense he stopped laughing he put his hands into his glove hole of his front door and let it know his touch the front door slid open of course I'm happy what does she think I'm not he asked the quiet rooms he stood there looking up the ventilator Grill in the hall and suddenly remembered that something lay hidden beyond the grill something that seemed to appear down in him now he moved his eyes quickly away a strange meeting on a strange night he remembered nothing like it saved one afternoon a year ago when he had met an old man in the park can they talked Montag shook his head he looked at the blank wall the girl's face was there really quite beautiful in memory astonishing in fact she had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room in the middle of the night when you wake him to see the time and the clock see the clock telling you the hour in the minute in the second with a white silence and a glowing all certainty and all knowing that has to tell you of the night passing swiftly on towards further darkness but moving also towards a new Sun what asked Montag of that other self at the subconscious idiot that ran babbling at times quite independent of will habit and conscience he glanced back at the wall how like a mirror to her face impossible for how many people did you know that refracted their own your own light to you people were more often he searched for a simile found one this works torches blazing away until they whipped out hair rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back at you your own expression your own innermost trembling thought what incredible power of identification the girl had she was like the eager watcher of the marionette show anticipating each flicker of an eyelid each gesture of the hand each flick of a finger the moment before it began how long did they walk together three minutes five in how large that team times seemed now how immense a figure she was on the stage before him what a shadow she threw on the wall with her slender body he felt that if his eye it she might blink and fall the muscles of his jaws stretched imperceptibly she would be on long before he would why he thought now that I think of it she almost seemed to be waiting for me there in the street so damn late at night he opened the bedroom door I was like coming into a cold marbled room of who mausoleum after the moon it said complete darkness not a hint of the silver world outside the windows tightly shut the chamber of a tomb world where no sound from the great city could penetrate the room was not empty he listened the little mosquito delicate dancing hum in the air the electric murmur of a hidden wasp snug in a special pink warm nest the music was almost loud enough so he could follow the tune he felt his smile slide away melt fold over and down on itself like a tallow skin like all the stuff on a fan candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out darkness he was not happy he was not happy he said the words to himself he recognizes a true state of affairs he Wars happiness like a mask and the girl run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of knowing or no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back without turning on the light he imagined how the room would look his wife stretched out on a bed uncovered and cold like the body displayed on the lip of lid of a tomb her eyes fixed to the ceiling by invisible threads of steel immovable and in her ear is the little seashells the thimble radios stamped tight and an electric ocean of sound of music and talk music and talk coming in coming in on the shore for unsleeping mind the room was indeed empty every night the waves came in and bore her off on their great tides of sound floating her wide-eyed towards morning there have been no night in the last two years that Mildred had not swung that sea had not gladly gone down in it for a third time the room was cold but nonetheless he felt he could not breathe he could not wish to open the drapes and open the French windows free did not want the moon to come into the room so with the feeling of a man who would die in the next hour for lack of air he felt his way to Ward's is open separate and therefore cold bed an instant before his foot hit the object on the floor he knew it would hit the object it was not unlike the feeling we experienced before turning the corner and almost knocking the girl down his foot sending vibrations ahead received back echoes of a small barrier across his path even as the foot swung his foot kicked the object gave a dull clink and slid off in the darkness he stood very straight and listened to the person on the dark bed and complete featureless night the breath coming out of the nostrils was so faint it stirred only for the furthest fringes of life a small leaf a black feather a single fiber of hair he did not want to want outside light he pulled out his igniter felt the salamander etched on his silver disk and gave it a flick to moonstones looked up at him in the light of a small handheld fire too pale moon stones buried in the creek of clear water however which the life of the world not touching them Mildred her face was like a snow-covered island upon which rain might fall but it felt no rain of which clouds might pass their moving shadows but she felt no shadow there was only the singing of the thimble wasp in her camp shut ears and her eyes all glass and breath going on going in and going out slowly faintly in and out of her nostrils and her not caring whether it came or went went or came the object he had sent tumbling with his foot now glinted under the edge of his own bed a small crystal bottle of sleeping tablets which earlier today had been filled with 30 capsules and which now they uncapped and empty in the light of the tiny flare as he stood there as he stood there the light of the house screamed there was a tremendous ripping sound as if two giant hands had torn ten thousand miles of black linen down the seam Montag was cut in half he felt his chest chopping down the split apart the jet bombers going over going over going over one two one two one two six of them nine of them twelve of them one in one and one in another and another and another did all the screaming for him he opened his own mouth and let their shriek come down and out between his bared teeth the house shook the flare went out in his hand the moon stones vanished he felt his hand plunged towards the phone the Jets were gone he felt his lips move breathing down the mouthpiece of the phone emergency hospital a terrible whisper he felt that the stars have been pulverized by the sound of the black Jets and that in the morning the earth would be covered in their dust like a strange snow that was his idiot thought as he stood shivering in the dark and let his lips go on moving and moving they had this machine they had two machines really one of them slid down near stomach like a black Cobra down and echoing well looking for the old water and the old time gathered there it drank up the green matter that flowed to the top at a slow boil did a drink of the darkness did it suck out all the poisons accumulated with the ears it fed in silence for the occasional salad of inner suffocation and blind searching it had an eye the impersonal operator of the machine could by wearing the OO special optical helmet gazed into the soul of the person whom he was pumping out what did the eye see he did not say but he saw wood mm he saw but did not see what the I saw the entire operation was not unlike the digging of one's trench in one's yard the woman on the bed was no more than this hard stratum of marble they had reached out go on anyway shove the board out and slush up the emptiness if such a thing could be brought up out of the throb of a suction snake the operator stood smoking a cigarette the other machine was working to the other machine operated by an equally impersonal fellow and a non-sustainable red brown coveralls this machine pumped all of the blood from the body and replaced it with fresh blood and serum got a clean him out both ways of the operator standing over the silent woman no use getting stomach if you don't clean the blood leave that stuff in the blood and the blood hits the brain like a mallet bang couple thousand times and the brain just gives up just quits stop it said Montag I was just saying said the operator are you done said Montag I shut the machines up tight we're done his anger did not even touch them they stood with the cigarette smoke curling around their noses and into their eyes without making them blinkers squint that's 50 bucks first why don't you tell me if she'll be all right sure she'll be okay they got all the mean stuff out in her suitcase here can't get they can't get at her now as I said you take out the old and you put in the new and you're okay neither amusing MD why don't they send an MD from emergency hell the operators cigarette moved out his lip we get these cases 9 or 10 a night got so many certain a few years ago we had these special machines built with the optical lens of course that was new the rest is ancient you don't need an MD case like this all he needs to handymen to clean up the problem like half an hour look you started for the door we got to go just had another call on an old ear thimble ten blocks from here someone else just jumped off the cap on a pillbox call if he needs us again keep her quiet we got a conscious senator Vernor she'll wake up hungry so so long and the man with the cigarettes and the straight line mouths and the men with the eyes of puff adders took up their load of machines and tube their case of liquid melancholy and the slow dark sludge of nameless stuff and strolled out the door Montague sat down in the chair and looked at this woman her eyes were closed now gently and she put her hint and he put his hand out to feel the warmness of breath on his palm Mildred he said it last there's too many of us he thought there are billions of us and that's too many nobody knows anyone strangers come and violate you strangers come and cut your heart out strangers come and take your blood good God who were those men I've never seen them before in my life half an hour past the blood stream and this woman was new and it seemed to have done a new thing to her her cheeks were very pink and our lips were fresh and full of color and they looked soft and relaxed someone else's blood there if only someone else's flesh and brain and memory if only they could have taken our mind along to the drycleaners and emptied out the pockets and steamed and cleansed it and reblocked it and brought it back in the morning if only he got up and put back the drapes and open the windows why deceivin not to let the night at nights air in it was two o'clock in the morning was it only an hour ago Clarissa McLellan and the street and him coming in in the dark room and his foot kicking a little crystal bottle only an hour but the world had melted down and sprung up new and colorless form laughter blue across the moon colored lawn from the house of Clarissa and her father and mother and uncle who smiled so quietly and so earnestly above all their laughter was relaxed and Hardy not forced in any way coming from the house that was so brightly lit this late at night well all the other houses were kept to themselves in darkness Montague heard the voices talking talking talking giving talking weaving reweaving their hypnotic web Montag moved out through the French windows and crossed a lawn without even thinking of it he stood outside the talking house in the shadows thinking he might even be able to tap on their door and whisper let me come in I won't say anything I just want to listen what is it you're saying but instead he stood there very cold his face of a mask of ice listening to a man's voice the uncle moving along at a very easy pace well after all this is the age of disposable tissue blow your nose on a person wad them flush them away you reach for another blow wad flush everyone using everyone else's coattails how are you supposed to root for the home team when you don't even have a program to know the names for that matter what color jerseys were they wearing when I trod on the field Montague moved back to his own house left the window wide checked Mildred talked to cover about her forcefully amman laid down with the moonlight on his cheekbones and I'm the founding ridges of his brow with the moonlight distilled in each eye to form a silver cataract there one drop of rain clarissa another drop Mildred a third the uncle a fourth the fire tonight one Clarissa to Mildred three uncle four fire one Mildred to Clarissa one two three four five Clarissa Mildred uncle fire sleeping tablets men disposable tissues coattails blow wad flush Clarissa Mildred uncle fire tablets tissue blow wad flesh one two three one two three rain the storm the uncle laughing Thunder falling downstairs the whole world pouring down the fire gushing up in the volcano all rushing down in a spouting roar and River inks riveting stream towards the morning I don't know anything anymore he said and let us sleep laws admission dissolve on his tongue at 9:00 in the morning Mildred's bed was empty Montague got up quickly his heart pumping and ran down the hall stopped at the kitchen door toast popped out of the silver toaster was seized up by a spin during metal hand and drenched with melted butter Mildred watched the toast delivered to her plate she had both years plugged with an electronic bees that were humming the hour away she looked up suddenly and saw him and nodded you alright he asked she was an expert at lip-reading from 10 years of apprenticeship with C Shelley earth in Bowles she nodded again she set the toaster clicking away another piece of bread Montague sat down his wife said I don't know why I should be so hungry you I'm hungry last night he began didn't sleep well if you're up terrible she said dad I'm hungry I can't figure it last night he said again she watched his lips casually what about last night don't you remember what did we have a wild party or something feel like I'm how I've got a hangover god I'm hungry who was here a few people he said that's what I thought she'd shoot her toast sore stomach but I'm hungry I'll get out hope I didn't do anything foolish at the party no he said quietly a toaster spinner doubt another piece of buttered bread for him he held it in his hand feeling obliged you know look so hot yourself said his wife in the late afternoon a train and the entire world was dark grey he's stood in the Hall of his house putting on his badge with the orange salamander burning across it he stood looking up the air-conditioning vent in the hall for a long time his wife hasn't a TV parlor pause long enough from reading her script to glance up Hey she said the man's thinking yes he said I want to talk to you he paused you took all the pills in your bottle last night how I wouldn't do that she said surprised the bottle was empty I wouldn't do a thing like that why would I do a thing like that she said maybe you took the pills and forgot and then you took two more and forgot again and took two more and you were so dopey you kept right on until you had 30 or 40 of them in you hat she said what I want to go and do a silly thing like that for I don't know he said she was quite obviously waiting for him to go I didn't do that she said never in a billion years all right if you say so he said that's what the lady said she turned back to her script what's on this afternoon he said tiredly she didn't look up from the script again well this is a play comes on the wall-to-wall circuit in ten minutes they mailed me my part this morning I sent in some box tops they write the script with one part missing it's a new idea the homemaker that's me is the missing part when it comes time for the missing lines they'll look at me out of the three walls and I say the lines here for instance the man says what do you think of the whole idea Helen and he looks at me sitting here center stage see and I say I say she paused around her finger under the line of the script I think that's fine and let me go on to the play until he says do you agree with that Helen and I say I sure do isn't that fun guy it's sure fun he said what's the play about I just told you there are these people named Bob and Ruth and Helen oh it's really fun it'll be even more fun we can afford to have a fourth wall installed calling you figure before we can save up and get the fourth wall torn out and fourth wall TV put in it's only $2,000 that's one third of my yearly pay it's only $2,000 she replied and I should think you'd consider me sometimes if we had a fourth wall why it'd just be like the room wasn't ours at all but some all kinds of exotic people's rooms we could do without a few things we're already doing without a few things to pay for the third wall it was put on only two months ago remember is that all it was she sad looking at him for a long moment well good-bye dear goodbye he said he stopped and turned around doesn't have a happy ending I haven't read that far he walked over and read the last page nodded folded the script and handed it back to her he walked out of the house into the rain the rain was thinning away and the girl was walking in the center of a sidewalk with her head up and a few drops falling on her face she smiled when he saw a Montague hello he said hello and then said what are you up to now I'm still crazy the rain feels good I love to walk in it I don't think I'd like that he said you might if you tried I never have she licked her lips rain even tastes good what do you do go around trying everything once yes sometimes twice she looked at something in her hand what have you got there he asked I guess it's the last one of the diet dandelions this year I didn't think I'd find one on the lawn this late you've ever heard of a rubbing in under your chin look she touched her chin with the flower laughing why it rubs off it means I'm in love as it oh if it rubs off it means I'm in love has it he looked hardly he could hardly do anything else but look well she said you're yellow under there fine let's try you now he won't work for me here before he could move she had put the Danity line under his chin he drew back and she laughed hold still she peered under his chin and frowned well he said what a shame she said you're not in love with anyone yes I am it doesn't show I am very much in love he tried to conjure up a face to fit the words but there was no face I am oh please don't look that way it's the dandy line he said you've used it all up on yourself that's why I won't work for me of course that must be it oh now I've upset you I can see I have I'm really sorry I really am she touched his elbow no no he said quickly I'm all right I've got to be going so say you forgive me I don't want you to be angry with me I'm not angry upset yes I've got to see my psychiatrist now they make me go I make up things to say I don't know what he thinks of me he says I'm a regular onion they keep him I keep him busy peeling away the layers I'm inclined to believe that you that you need the psychiatrists at Montague you don't mean that you took a breath and let it out and said no I don't mean that psychiatrist wants to know why I go out and hike around in the forest and watch the birds and collect butterflies I'll show you my collection someday good they want to know what I do with all my time I tell them uh sometimes I sit and think but I won't tell them what I've got them running and sometimes I tell them about to put my head back like this and let the rain fall in my mouth it tastes like wine have you ever tried it no I have you forgotten me you have forgotten me haven't you yes you thought about it yes I have God knows why you're peculiar you're aggravating you're so easy to forgive oh you've forgiven me not forgotten me whoops you say you're 17 well next month how odd how strange my wife's 30 and yet you seem so much older at times I can't get over it you'll pre kill yourself mr. Montague sometimes I even forget you're a fireman now my girl make you angry again go ahead how did it start how'd you get into it how'd you pick your work and how'd you happen to think that take out the job that you have you're not like the others I've seen a few I know when I talk you look at me when I say something about the moon you looked at the moon last night the others would never do that the others would walk off and leave me talking or threaten me no one is time for more than anyone else you're one of the few who put up with me that's why I think it's so strange here firemen it doesn't seem right for you somehow he felt his body divided itself into a hot nurse and a coldness a softness and a hardness a trembling and not trembling the two halves grinding one upon the other you better run on to your appointment he said and she ran off and left him standing there in the rain only after a long time did he move and then very slowly as he walked he tilted his head back in the rain just for a few moments and opened his mouth the mechanical hound slept but did not sleep live but did not live and it's gently humming gently vibrating softly illuminated kennel in the back dark corner of the firehouse the dim light of the one in the morning the moonlight came from the open sky framed through the great window touched here and there on the brass and the copper in the steel of the faintly trembling beasts light flickered on bits of Ruby glass and on sensitive capillary hairs and nylon brush nostrils of the creature that quivered gently gently its eight legs spidered around on its rubber padded paws Montague slid down the brass pole he went out to look at the city and the clouds had cleared away completely and he lit a cigarette and came back to bend down and look at the hound he was like a great bee come home from the field where the honey is full of poison wilderness wildness of insanity and nightmare its body crammed with that / rich nectar and now it was sleeping the evil out of itself hello whispered Montague fascinated as always with the dead Beast the living Beast nights when things got dull which was every night the men slid down the brass poles and set the ticking combination of the all factory systems of the Hound and let loose rats in the firehouse there anyway and sometimes chickens and sometimes cats that would have been drowned anyway I'm gonna be better and there will be betting to see which of the cats or chickens are rats the Hound would seize first the animals returned loose three seconds later the game was done the rat the cat of the chicken caught half across the area way gripped in the gentling paws while a four-inch hollow steel needle plunged from the proboscis of the hound to inject massive jolts of morphine or propane the pond was then tossed into the incinerator a new game begins Montague stayed upstairs most nights when this went on there'd always been a time two years ago when he had bet with the best of them and lost a week's salary and faced Mildred's and Saint anger which showed itself in veins and blotches but now nights he lay in his bunk faced her in the wall listening to the whoops of laughter below and the piano strings scurry of rat feet and violin squeaking of mice and the great shadowing motion silence of the Hound leaping out of the mic a moth and the raw light finding holding its victim inserting needle and going back to its kennel dad dies if a switch had been turned Montague touched the muzzle the hound growled Montague jumped back the hound half rose and its kennel and looked at him with green blue neon flickering eyes and suddenly activated eyeballs it growled again a strange rasping combination of electric sizzle the frying sound of scraping of metal a turning of cogs that seemed rusty and ancient with suspicion oh no boy said Montague his heart pounding you saw the Silver Needle extend upon the air an inch pullback extend pull back the growl simmer than the beast and it looked at him Montag backed up the hound took a step from its kennel Montague grabbed the bass pole with one hand the pole reacting slid upwards and took him through the ceiling quietly he stepped off and the half lit deck of the upper level he was trembling and his face was green white below the hounded sunk back to its eight incredible insect legs and was humming its to itself again it's multifaceted I as a piece Montague stood letting the fears pass by the drop hole behind him four men at a card table under the green lidded light in the corner glanced briefly and said nothing only the man with the captain's hat and the sign of a phoenix on his hat at last curious his playing cards in this thin hand talked across the long room Montague doesn't like me said Montague what the hound the captain studied his cards come off it it doesn't like or dislike it just functions it's like a lesson in ballistics it has a trajectory we decide on for it it follows through it targets itself homes itself and cuts off its only copper wire storage batteries and electricity Montague swallowed its calculators can be set up to any combination so many amino acids so much sulfur so much butter fat and alkaline right we all know that all those chemical balances and percentages on all of us here in the house are recorded in a master file downstairs it'll be easy for someone to setup a partial combination on the hounds membrane a touch of amino acids perhaps that would account for what the animal did just now reacted towards me he'll said the captain irritated but not completely angry just enough memory set up in it by someone so it growled when I touched it I would do a thing like that ask the captain you haven't any enemies here guy none that I know of we'll have the Hound checked by our technicians tomorrow this isn't the first time it's threatened me Sid Montague last month it happened twice well fix it up don't worry but Montague did not move did not move and stood there thinking of the ventilator grill in the hall at home what lay hidden behind the grill if someone here in the firehouse knew about the ventilator they might tell the Hound the captain came over to drop hole and gave him on Tiger questioning glance it was just figuring sit Montague what what does the Hound think about down there at nights is it coming alive on this really it makes me cold it doesn't think anything we don't want it to think that's sad CID Montague quietly because all we put it is hunting and finding and killing what a shame if that's all it can ever know Beattie snorted gently hell it's a fine bit of craftsmanship a good rifle that can fetch its own target and guarantees the bullseye every time that's why I've said Montague I wouldn't want to be its next victim why you got a guilty conscience about something Montague glanced up swiftly Beatty stood there looking at him steadily with his eyes his mouth open and began to laugh very softly one two three four five six seven days and as many times he came out of the house and Clarissa was there somewhere in the world once he saw her shaking the walnut tree once he saw her sitting on the lawn knitting a blue sweater three or four times he found a bouquet of late flowers on his porch or handful of chestnuts and a little sack or some goddamn leaves neatly pinned to a sheet of white paper and thumb back to his door every day Clarissa walked him to the corner one day it was raining in the next it was clear and the day after that the wind blew strong the day after that it was mild and calm the day after the calm day was like the day of a furnace of summer and Clarissa with her face all sunburned by late afternoon and I think we're actually gonna stop there if I remember correctly these chapters are like a billion pages long so for me this is page 26 I'm not sure what it will be for you but we will come back to it okay so let's do a brief summary of everything that happened in this chapter because or at least as part of this chapter because this is a lot of a lot of book to be reading so we are introduced to Montague Montague is a fireman in this futuristic society that the book is set in so well guess we'll cover the setting it's um like I said set in the future a time when there's I guess government control over a lot of things and we learned that the firemen are burning rather than stopping fires they don't even acknowledge that there was people that put out fires in the past they that's not part of the culture at all and so what they do is they find books that used to belong to the old world and they burn those books and so our main character Montag is one of these firemen we are introduced to him as he burns down something in a house or burns down the whole house and so when that finishes up he's very proud of his work he's kind of happy it's late at night so he's coming home and he sort of like feels a presence of somebody around a corner and he's felt it before but he's like maybe somebody's there and so he runs into this girl and she's like sixteen years old and they start talking and she's just kind of out of it a little bit she's not like all of the people he knows he feels like everybody he knows is kind of just like talking about themselves and like brightly showing off everything about themselves but instead she's kind of like introspective and if he like talks to her he not only like gets her opinion on it he also like feels what he said come back at him is kind of like a like he thinks about what he says rather than just like talking and so I guess that's another side effect of the society they're living in is people are very selfish and so he runs into this girl who's not selfish she actually cares about things and she notices things around him that he doesn't notice anymore she's like hey you know there's a man in the moon there's dew on the grass in the morning stuff like that and so he's like there's a weird girl and so after he like talks with her for a little while she as he walks her to her house she's actually his neighbor and she asked him if he's happy and without getting an answer she just kind of leaves and he's like thinking himself am i happy and so he goes home and he like looks up at the ventilator grille in his house and there's something hidden behind that ventilator grill which we don't know about but I assume it's like a book or something and what's hidden back there he he wouldn't really figure it out so he's like thinking about like going to bed and such she was like am i happy like I'm not really happy and so he goes into his bedroom any like just before he hits it he feels there's something in front of his foot and he like kicks it he's like what is that and so he flicks on his lighter and he sees a bottle of pills and he's like that's an empty bottle of pills but it was full this morning and he looks over to his wife who's on the bed with like ear pieces in and maybe like what would be the equivalent of like a hollow lent of microsoft hololens or like a VR experience thing something over her eyes and so she's like you know like VR or something just laying in bed but she's like thinly breathing and so like she's taking too many sleeping pills and she's like dying or like almost dead and so he's like oh crap and so he freaks out he calls the police and at the same time he's freaking out I think bunch of jets are going over above him and I'm not sure if that actually happens or if that's like like a supposed to be like an expression of like how he feels just like thunder net thunderous but I think there might actually just be planes going overhead at the same time so not really sure what we're supposed to understand by that bus something about military and society I don't know probably nothing yet so he calls the police or the ambulance he's like hey can you send somebody over and like yeah sure we got somebody coming over and so they go over and we're introduced to these two men who are just kind of like a featureless is the best way to describe them they don't really have like anything notable about them they just don't seem to care that much about their job and he asks like are you guys doctors and they're like we're not doctors we're just here to take care of the problem and so they like pump her stomach and they clean out her blood and they say she'll be fine he's like and they're like smoking cigarettes and like being like relax a little time I was like you guys aren't doctors like what you doing here like is she gonna be okay and like yeah it's 50 bucks she'll be fine she's gonna be hungry tomorrow he's like okay and they're like this happens all the time is so like not a big deal to us it's happening a lot lately people are just you know trying to kill themselves with pills and he's like okay and so they leave and he was kind of freaked out and he's like I need to get out of this so he like opens the windows and he's here's a Clarissa the 16 year old girl's house is all like lit up still it's like several hours later like two hours later or 1 hour later I don't know how long and it's like lit up and they're laughs and your laughter is kind of carrying over and so any like just goes out his windows and he walks over to the house and he like listens to people he listens to what he thinks is her uncle Clarissa's uncle talking when she said is her yeah her uncle's been to like arrested a couple times like one time he drove really slow on the highway I just so he could look around to see things and people usually drive really really fast on the highway in this future setting and they even had to stretch out billboards from like 20 feet to 200 feet because of how fast people were going by and so he drove slowly on the highway and got arrested for driving slow and he got arrested for other reasons and so they're kind of like a hippie family is the best way to describe them maybe maybe in so many ways uncle's talking about like how people just use each other they just like use them as tissues like they see a person they use them for their needs and they like blow and then like toss them out and then go to the next person and like people everybody just using each other no one's really getting to know each other is basically what the uncle says and so Montag goes all the way back to his house and he's like I got to think about today and so he thinks about the day thinks about Clarissa and what she said and his wife almost killing herself and the jets going overhead and as he thinks about these things he like falls asleep to this thought and the next morning he wakes up and his wife isn't barians like I wonder where she is and so he runs to the kitchen he's like oh she's she's in the kitchen and they're these robots that make toast for him and they just have like arms and they like put it in the toaster and then it picks it out and put butter on it and then hands it to you I think it's just hands and a toaster basically like robot hands and a toaster anyways so his wife's eating toast she's like oh my stomach hurts and I'm so hungry I don't know why did we have a party last night and he's like yeah sure we had a party last night she's like okay that must be it do we have people over there make a fool of myself and he's like no everything's fine and so she's like okay cool I'm gonna go watch my ping then and so she starts doing her thing he's like I gotta talk to her about this and so we eat some toast actually I don't know if they it doesn't matter if it's toes and so he goes over to his wife he's like so what are you doing then she's like reading like a little script thing and there's three television walls around her and she's like oh I'm reading a script for this play I'm in he's like oh you're in a play cool what's it about and she's like oh it's not really about anything I'm just kind of like somebody asked me a question and I answer it and then he talks and then he asked me another question I answer it and it's just kind of that's what the show is about just people talking and he's like okay and then he flips towards the end he's like cool he thinks it's stupid because it is stupid I mean they don't say he thinks it's stupid but it's just stupid and so she's like can we get a fourth TV wall and he's like TV walls are really expensive it's like a third of my salary for one TV wall and we got one two months ago why do you need another one she's like have akina's go without a few things like we're already going without a few things so we can have this wall just like yeah he's like okay and so you see that she's really trying to like detach herself from reality she doesn't like enjoy her life and so she thinks she can fill our life with like distractions enough so that she can not have to think about how terrible her life is as kind of the feeling I'm getting here and so Montag is probably also getting this feeling a little bit so he starts walking to work and Clarissa walks up but she's like hey it's raining and she's like turns her head up and like tastes the rain sleet tastes like wine and he's like probably doesn't taste like wine and she's like what are you doing were you going he's like I'm off to work she's like that's cool you're going off to work and she's like is everything okay and he's like yeah it's fine and I think they talk about stuff I don't really remember what they talked about it's probably not that important so he talks to her for a little bit and she just gets him thinking again about stuff and he goes off to work and when he gets to work he's like yeah then we skip ahead in time until it's like 1:00 in the morning he's just waiting for something to burn you know waiting to find something to burn and all the firemen are like upstairs playing cards and Montague is sitting in what is a kennel essentially there's a robot dog with eight legs they describe it as a dog but it actually has no dog like featured as bug eyes and legs and like a proboscis that like injects like drugs to like kill things and so like don't know what part of that would be dog maybe the nose it has to smell out like different things but I don't think a nose is what qualifies the dog is a dog I think the eight legs proboscis and bug eyes would make it more spider like but cool might a judge and some of you like walks over to any leg pets it and it like growls at him and he's like why is it growling at me and then it like gets up and it's like probiscus is like yeah he's like this is freaky and so he grabs on to the fire pole which is like it moves and so it like pulls him up and he goes up and he like shows up in a fireman's house he's like hey I don't think the dog likes me and his captain's like mmm the dog doesn't like or dislike things it's a robot and he's like well if somebody maybe programmed it to like not like how I smell then it could probably just a little bit want to kill me and the captain is like okay we'll have a technician look at it tomorrow but it doesn't like like or dislike things just kind of like kills it's like a gun like it we point in a direction and it just does things that's kind of how it works and Montag's like okay and so we're not gonna worry about that again I guess and let's see if that actually everything we're covering there yeah okay so um I don't know how much thought was put into the writing of this book how much an English teacher would want you to take it apart but I think for now we're just trying to like figure out what the story's about and it's gonna be about a guy in this futuristic world coming to see that his futuristic world isn't so perfect there's a lot of things that are used to distract you from real life but maybe we're losing our bit of humanity by using these distractions and maybe we should try and get those back so we'll see what happens so thank you guys for joining me for this first part of the chapter hopefully we can get through it all in like a timely manner I've idea but thank you again and I hope to see you in the next one okay okay goodbye [Music]

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