Fahrenheit 451 (Chapter 1.2) Audiobook

[Music] hello and welcome to Micah Reed's today we are going to be talking about and reading a continuation of chapter 1 so the first thing we're doing is covering some of the characters here we have Clarissa you can tell she is hella jacked hella swole as depicted in the book except not really at all but I made her arms too big and then decided to add some definition so anyways here she is pictured being super relaxed in the rain and what we learn about Clarissa is she's really kind of like a flower child as I've described her before in the first chapter she likes to think of herself as outside of the norm she doesn't play by the same rules as everybody else because everybody else seems to be lost in their own little world on so she's kind of like she really experiences what's around her and we even see this by her turning her head up and tasting the rain as it falls I I don't have the artistic ability to depict her putting her head up and tasting the rain anyways moving on to our main character Montague here now Montague is depicted as semi raceless because I don't think it's really explained and he's played by Michael B Jordan in the upcoming movie and so he is our faceless man who's supposed to represent us somebody who is semi trapped up inside the system he's actually a part of the system but at the same time he doesn't necessarily he's not completely closed-minded Clarissa said people usually dismiss her or downright insult or when she gives her ideas about how like maybe the way they're doing things isn't the best way but he he's a little bit above it so he's got a couple stink lines around him but he's not like completely lost and she actually makes him think now the first time she approached him he got kind of mad at her for like asking her such ridiculous questions but like she really made him thinking as we see later in the story he starts to develop kind of like a fondness for him and so a little while later he ends up going up to a mr. spider dog and he pets that dog and it's it extends its its proboscis its proboscis it's his little injector thingy outwards towards him and growls at him it's got a eight legs you can clearly see and so our Spyder dog here is it doesn't like him alright leastly and when he asks his his captain capped him something nobody asked his captain hey did you uh is there anything that could be going on with a dog that it would want to attack me we should be programmed and to not be attacked his his his captain something said yeah maybe we'll definitely have a checked out but it doesn't have feelings he just pointed in a direction it just kind of attacks now I skipped over the sad wife why is she drawn this way I don't know I had a lot of space left over and I decided to add slightly more detail that anyone else got except for a spider dog of course and so his sad wife is pictured with their litter ear buzzers and she's got little things next to her eyes to display things over eyes I don't know how it's gonna be put in the movie it doesn't matter so sad wife is found with a bottle of pills completely unconscious near death and she has to have her stomach pumped we find out later that she's doesn't remember any of that or doesn't remember any of that and so she's like she dismisses it says she's hungry and she's completely lost her in her own life she like acts out in plays she wants to like remove the last wall of their house basically they have three walls of TVs and she wants to last one to be removed and replaced for the fourth wall to completely dissolve herself from reality because she just hates her life that much at least that's what we're led to believe and so we find that their society is really not everything that's cut up to me and maybe Clarissa is showing the way she's showing the way and Montag maybe maybe he can lose some of these maybe he can lose a couple of them maybe he can even get a smile on that face oh this is so hard to do well looking at a camera at the same time so we'll see maybe maybe we'll put a smile on that face so let's get to our book all right we are continuing from page 25 I will continue this last line just so you get a good idea of where we were sitting one day it was raining the next it was clear the day after that the wind blew strong and the day after that it was mild and calm and the day after that calm day was a day like the furnace of summer in Clarissa with her face all sunburned by late afternoon why is it he said one time at the subway entrance I feel I've known you so many years because I like you she said and I don't want anything from you and because we know each other you make me feel very old and very much like a father now you explained she said why have why you having any daughters like me if you love if you love children so much uh-huh I don't know you're joking I mean you stopped and shook his head well my wife she she just never wanted any children it at all the girls stopped smiling I'm sorry I really thought you were having fun at my expense I'm a fool no no he said it was a good question it's been a long time since anyone cared enough to ask a good question let's talk about something else have you ever smelled old leaves don't they smell like cinnamon here smell why yes it is like cinnamon in a way she looked at him with her clear dark eyes you always seem shocked it's just I haven't had time did you look at the stretched out billboards like I told you I think so yes he had to laugh your laugh sounds much nicer than it did does it much more relaxed he felt that he's uncomfortable why aren't you in school I see you every day wandering around oh they don't miss me she said I'm anti-social they say I don't mix it's so strange I'm very social indeed it all depends on what you mean by social doesn't it social to me means talking to you about things like this she rattled some chestnuts that had fallen off a tree in the front yard or talking about how strange the world is being with people is nice but I don't think it's social to get a bunch of people together and then not let them talk do you an hour of TV class an hour of basketball or baseball or running another hour of transcription history or painting pictures and more sports but do you know we never ask questions or at least most don't they just run the answers at you Bing Bing Bing and us sitting there for four more hours of our film school film teacher that's not social to me at all it's lots of funnels and lots of water poured down the spout at the bottom and I'm telling us that is wine when it's not and they run a so ragged by the end of the day we can't do anything go to bed or head for a fun park to bully people around break window panes in the window smash replace or rent cars in the car wreck or place for the big steel ball or go out in the cars and race on the streets trying to see how close you can get to the lamppost playing chicken and knock hubcaps I guess everything I'm trying to say I am all right I haven't any friends that's supposed to prove I'm abnormal but everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around them like wild or beating up one another do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays you sound so very old sometimes I'm ancient I'm afraid of children my own age they kill each other it always used to be that way my uncle says no six of my friends have been shot in the last year alone ten of them died in car Creek car wrecks I'm afraid of them and they don't like me because I'm afraid my uncle says his grandfather I remember when children didn't kill each other but that was a long time ago and they had things different they believed in responsibility my uncle says do you know I'm responsible I was spanked when I needed it years ago and I do all the shopping and housecleaning by hand but most of all she said I like to watch people sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they're going sometimes I even go to the fun parks and ride in the jet cars when they race on the edge of town at midnight and the police don't care as long as they're insured as long as everyone is ten thousand insurance everyone's happy sometimes I sneak around and listen in Subway's or I listened at soda fountains and you know what what people don't talk about anything oh they must know not anything they name a lot of cars or clothes or swimming pools mostly and they say house well but they all say the same things and nobody says anything different from anyone else and most of the time in cafes they all have joke boxes are the same jokes most of the time or the musical wall lit and all the color patterns running up and down but it's only color and all abstract and museums have you ever been all abstract that's all there is no Michael says it was different once a long time back sometimes pictures sent things or even showed people your uncle said your uncle said your uncle must be a remarkable man he is he certainly is well I gotta be going goodbye mr. Montague goodbye goodbye one two three four five six seven days the firehouse Montague you shouldn't that pole like a bird up a tree the de Montague I see you came in the back door this time the hound bother you no no fourth day Montague funny thing heard tell this morning fireman in Seattle purposefully set a mechanical hound to his own chemical complex and let it loose what kind of suicide would you call that five six seven days and then Clarissa was gone he didn't know what there was about the afternoon but it was not seeing her somewhere in the world the lawn was empty the trees empty the street empty and while at first he did not even know that he missed her was even looking for the fact was by the time he reached the subway there was a vague steering of disease in him something was the matter his routine had been disturbed a simple routine true established in very short days and yet he almost turned back to make the walk again to give her time to appear he was certain if he tried the same route everything would work out fine but it was late and the arrival of his train put a stop to his plan the flutter of cards motion of hands of lie of eyelids the drone of the time voice in the firehouse ceiling 1:35 Thursday morning November 4th my birthday that's not in the book it's just my birthday 136 137 a.m. the tick of the playing cards on the greasy pool table top all the sounds came to Montag behind his closed eyes behind the barrier he had momentarily erected he could feel the firehouse full of glitter and shine and silence all brass colors the colors of coins of gold of silver the unseen men across the table were sighing on the cars waiting 1:45 the voice clock mourned out of the cold hour of the cold morning of a still colder year what's wrong Montague Montague opened his eyes a radio hummed somewhere war may be declared any hour this country stands ready to defend it the firehouse trembled was a great flight of jet planes whistled in a single note across the black morning sky Montague blinked Beatty was looking at him as if he were in a museum statue at any moment Beatty might rise and walk about him torching touching exploring his guilt and self-consciousness guilt what guilt was that your play Montague Montague looked at these men whose faces were sunburnt 5,000 real and 10,000 imaginary fires his work was flushed their cheeks and fevered their eyes these men who looked steadily into their platinum ignitor flames as they lived there eternally burning black pipes they in their charcoal hair and their soot colored brows and a bluish ash smeared cheeks where they had shaven clothes but their heritage showed Montag started up his mouth opened had he never even seen a fireman that didn't have black hair black brows a fiery face and blue steel shave but unshaven look these men were all mirror images of himself were all firemen picked in for their looks as well as their perk liberties the color of cinders and ash about them and the continual smell of burning from their pipes captain Beattie they're rising in Thunder heads of tobacco smoke biddy opened a fresh tobacco packet crumpling the cellophane into the sound of fire Montag look to the cards in his own hands I've been thinking about the fire last week about the man whose library we fixed what happened to him it took him screaming off to the asylum he wasn't insane Biddy arrange the cards quietly any man's insane who thinks he can fool the government and us I've tried to imagine Sid Montag just how it would feel to me I mean to have firemen burned our houses and our books we haven't any books but if we did have some you got some beady blinked slowly no Monty gaze beyond them to the wall with the type list of a million forbidden books their names kept in the fire burning down the years under his axe and his hose which sprayed not water but kerosene no but it is mine to cool when wind started up and blew out the ventilator grill at home softly chilling his face and again he saw himself in the green park talking to an old man a very old man and the wind from the park was cold too Montag hesitated what was it always like this the firehouse our work I mean well once upon a time once upon a time BB said what kind of talk is that ironic because that's how a lot of books started back anyways fool thought Montag to himself he'll give it away at the last fire book of fairy tales out he glanced at a single line I mean he said in the old days before homes were completely fireproof suddenly it seemed a much younger voice was speaking for him he opened his mouth and it was Clarissa McClelland saying didn't firemen prevent fires rather than stoke them up and get them going that's rich Stoneman and black drew forth their rule books that also contain brief histories of the firemen of America and lay them out where Montag out where Montag though long familiar with them might read establish 1792 burn English influenced books in the colonies first fireman Benjamin Franklin Ruehl one answered the alarm quickly tool to start the fire swiftly three burn everything full report back to the firehouse immediately and five stand alert for other alarms everyone watched Montag he did not move the alarm sounded the Bell and the ceiling kicked itself 200 times suddenly there were four empty chairs the cards fell in a flurry of snow the brass pole shivered the men were gone Montag sent his chair below the orange dragon coughed to life Montag slid down the pole like a man in a dream the mechanical hell hound left up in his kennel its eyes all green flame Montag you forgot your helmet he seized it off the wall behind him ran left and they were off the night wind hammering about their sirens scream and they're mighty metal thunder it was a flaking three-story house in the ancient part of the city a century old if it was a day but like all houses it had been given the thin fireproof plastic sheath many years ago and its preservation cell shell seemed the only thing holding it in the sky I feel really blown out is that okay well he was here we are the engine slam to a stop Beadie stolen black ran up the sidewalk suddenly Audia sand fatten their plump fireproof slickers Montag followed they crashed the front door and grabbed at a woman though she was not running she was not trying to escape she was only standing weaving from side to side her eyes fixed upon a nothingness in the wall as if they had struck her a terrible blow upon her head her tongue was moving in her mouth and her eyes seemed to be trying to remember something and then they remembered and a tongue moved again play the man master Ridley we shall the stayed lights such a candle by God's grace in England as I trust I shall never be put out enough of that said Beattie where are they he slapped her face with an amazingly object objectivity and repeated the question the old woman's eyes came to focus upon Beattie you know where they are you wouldn't be here she said Stoneman held out about held out a telephone alarm card the clients signed and telephone duplicate on the back I reason to suspect attic 11 number Elm Street City EB Val B mrs. Blake my neighbor said the woman reading the initials alright men let's get him next thing they were in a musty blackness wing silver hatchet sat doors and there and we're after all unlocked tumbling through like boys all relic and shout hey a fountain books spring a pond down on Montague as he climbed shuddering up the sheer stairwell how inconvenient before always before it had been like snuffing a candle the police went first and adhesive tape though victim's mouth and bandaged him off in their glittering beetle cars so when you arrived you found an empty house you weren't hurting anyone you were hurting only things and since things really couldn't be hurt since things felt nothing and things don't scream or whimper as this woman might begin to scream and cry out there is nothing to tease your conscience later you're simply cleaning up janitorial work essentially everything to its proper place quick with kerosene who's got a match but now tonight someone had slipped this woman was spoiling the ritual the men were making too much noise laughing joking to cover their terrible accusing silence blow she made the empty rooms roar with accusation and shake down a fine dust of guilt that was stuck in the knot sucked into the nostrils as they plunged about it there's neither cricket nor correct Montague felt an immense irritation she shouldn't be here on top of everything book swim barded his shoulders his arms his upturned face a book lit almost obediently like a whip white pigeon in his hands wings fluttering and the dim wavering light a page hung open and it was like a snowy feather the words delicately painted thereon in all Russian forever Montague had only an instant to read a line but it blazed in his mind for the next minute as if stamped with a fiery seal time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine he dropped the book immediately another fell into his arms Montague up here Montag's hand closed like a mouth and crushed the book with wild devotion with an insanity of mindlessness to his chest the men above were hurling shovel fulls and magazines into the dusty air they fell like slaughtered birds and the woman stood below a small girl among the bodies Montague had done nothing his hands had done it all his hand to the brain of its own with a conscience and a curiosity in each trembling finger he turned had turned thief now it plunged the book back under his arm pressed it tight to a sweating armpit rushed out empty with the magicians flourish look here innocent look he gaze shaken at the white hand he held it away out as if you were farsighted he held it close as if you were blind montague he jerked about don't stand there idiot the books lay like great mounds of fish left to dry the men danced and slipped and fell over them titles glittered their golden eyes feeling falling gone kerosene they pumped the cold fluid from the numeral four or five one tank strapped on their shoulders they coated each book they pumped rooms full of it they hurried downstairs Montag staggered after them in the kerosene fumes come on woman the woman knelt among the books touching the drenched leather and cardboard reading the guild titles with her fingers while her eyes accused Montag you can't ever have my books she said you know the law said Biddy where's your common sense none of these books agree with each other you've been locked up here for years with a regular damn Tower of Babel snap snap snap out of it the people these books never live come on now she shook her head the whole house is going up said Biddy the men walked clumsily to the door they glanced back at Montag who stood near the woman you're not leaving her here he protested she won't come for sir then Biddy raised his hand and which was concealed the ignitor were due back at the house besides these fanatics always tried suicide the patterns familiar Montag placed his hand on the woman's elbow you can come with me no she said thank you anyway I'm counting him ten said Biddy one two please said Montag go on said the woman three four here Montag pulled at the woman the woman replied quickly I want to stay here five six you can stop counting she said she opened the fingers of one hand slightly and the palm of her hand was a single slender object an ordinary kitchen match a sight of it rushed the men out and down away from the house captain Beattie keeping his dignity back slowly through the front door his pink face burnt and shiny from a thousand fires and night excite it's Cod thought Montague how true always at night the alarm comes never by day is it because fire is prettier at night more spectacle a better show the pink face of Beatty now showed the faintest panic in the door though woman's hand twitched on the single matchstick the fumes of kerosene bloomed up about her Montague felt the hidden book pound like a heart against his chest go on said the woman and Montague felt himself back away and a way out of the door after beating down the steps across the lawn where the path of kerosene lay like a track of some evil snail on the front porch where she had come down to with him quietly with her eyes her quietness economy nation the woman stood motionless biddy flicked his fingers to spark the kerosene he was too late Montague gasped the woman on the porch reached out with contempt to the mall and struck the kitchen a match against the railing people ran out of the house all down the street they said nothing on their way back to the firehouse nobody looked at anyone else Montague sat in the front seat with beady and black they do not even smoke their pipes they sat there looking at the front of the Great salamanders they turned a corner and went silently on Master Ridley said Montague at last what said Biddy said Beatty she said master Ridley she had some crazy thing when he came in the door play the man she said master Ridley something something something we shall of a staid light such a candle by God's grace in England as I trust shall never be put out said Biddy Stoneman glanced over at the captain as did Montague startled Beatty rubbed his chin a man named Latimer said that to a man named Nicholas Ridley as they're being burnt alive in Oxford for heresy in October 16th 1555 Montague Estonian went back to looking at the street as it moved past moved under the engines wheels and full of bits and pieces said beating most fire captain's have to be sometimes I surprised myself watch at Stoneman some brake the truck damn said Beattie you've gone right by the corner we'll return to the firehouse who is it who would it be CID Montague leaning back against the closed door in the dark his wife said at last well put on the light I don't want the light come to bed he heard her role in patient the bedspring squealed are you drunk she said so was it the hand that started it all he felt one hand and then another work his coat free and let it slump to the floor he held his pants out into the abyss and let them fall into the darkness his hands had been infected and soon it would be his arms he could feel the poison working up its wrists and into the elbows and his shoulders and then jump over from the shoulder blade to shoulder blade like a spark leaving a gap his hands were ravenous in his eyes were beginning to feel hunger as they must look for something anything and everything his wife said what are you doing he balanced in a space with a book in his sweating cold fingers a minute later she said well don't just stand there in the middle of the floor he made a small sound wife she asked he made more soft sounds he stumbled forward the bed and SH of the book clumsily under the cold pillow he fell into bed and his wife cried out startled he lay far across the room from her on a winter island separated by an empty seat she talked to him what first seemed what seemed like for a long while she talked about this and she talked about that and it was only words like the words he had heard once in a nursery at a friend's house a two-year-old child building word patterns talking jargon making pretty sounds in the air the Montague said nothing and after a long while he had only made small sounds he felt her move in or in the room and come to his bed and stand over him and put her hand down to feel his cheek he knew and when she pulled her hand away from his face it was wet late in the night he looked over at Mildred she was awake there's a tiny dance of melody in the air her seashell was camped in her ear again and she was listening too far people in far places her eyes widened staring at the fathoms of blackness buffer in the ceiling wasn't there an old joke about a wife who talked so much on the telephone that despite her husband that her desperate husband ran out into the nearest store and telephoned her to ask oz for dinner well then why didn't he buy himself an audio seashell broadcasting station and talk to his wife late at night murmur whisper shout scream yell but what would he whisper what would he yell what could he say and suddenly she was so strange she couldn't believe he knew her at all he was in someone else's house like those of those other jokes people told of the gentleman drunk coming home late at night unlocking the wrong door entering the wrong room in the bedding with a stranger and getting up early and going to work and neither of them the wiser Milly he whispered what I didn't mean to startle you what I want to know is well when did we meet and where when did we meet for what she asked I mean originally he knew she must be frowning in the dark he clarified it the first time we ever met where was it and when why it was that she stopped I don't know she said he was cold can't you remember it's been so long only ten years that's all only ten don't get excited I'm trying to think she laughed and odd little laugh and went up and up funny how funny not to remember where or when you met your husband or wife he lay massaging his eyes his brown on the back of his neck slowly he held both hands over his eyes and applied a steady pressure there as if to crush a memory into place there's suddenly more important than all the things in a lifetime that he know where he'd met Mildred it doesn't matter she was up in the bathroom now and he heard the water running and swallowing sound she made no I guess not he said he tried to count how many times she swallowed and he thought from the visit the to zinc oxide face men with the cigarettes in their straight line mouths and the electric eyed snake winding down into the light layer upon layer of night in stone and stagnant spring water I knew I had to call out to her how many have you taken tonight the capsules how many will take later and not know and so on every hour or maybe not tonight tomorrow night and me not sleeping tonight or tomorrow night or any other night for a while now now this is started and he thought I were laying on the bed with the two technicians standing over her not bent with concern but only standing on straight arms folded you remember thinking then if she died he was certain he wouldn't cry for would have been a dying of an unknown a street face a newspaper image and it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry not at death but the thought of not crying at death a silly empty man near a silly empty woman while the hungry snake made her still more empty honey he got so empty he wondered who takes it out of you and what awful flower the other day of a dandelion it summed up everything hadn't it what a shame not in love with anyone and why not well it wasn't there a wall between human Mildred when he came down do it literally not literally not just one wall but so far three and expensive two and the uncles and the aunts and the cousins and the nieces and the nephews that lived in those walls the gibbering pack of streaks it said nothing nothing nothing and said it loud loud loud he'd taken to calling them relatives from the very first house uncle Louis today who and uncle Maude the most significant memory he had of Mildred really was of little girl in a forest without trees how odd or rather a little girl lost on a plateau where there used to be trees you could feel the memory of their shapes all about sitting in the center of the living room the living room what a good job labeling that what a good job of labeling that was now no matter when he came in the walls were always talking to Mildred something must be done yes something must be done well let's not stand and talk let's do it I'm so mad I could spit what was it all about Mildred couldn't say who was mad at whom Mildred didn't quite know what were they going to do well Mildred said Mildred wait around well said Mildred wait around and see he had waited around to see a great thunderstorm of sound gushed from the walls music bombarded him at an immense volume that his bones were almost shaken from their tendons he felt his jaw vibrate his eyes wobble in this head he was a victim of a concussion when it was all over he felt like a man who had been thrown from a cliff world in a centrifuge and spat out of a waterfall that fell and fell and emptiness and emptiness and never quite touched the bottom never quite no not quite touch the bottom and he felt so fast he didn't touch the sides either never quite touched anything the Thunder faded the music died there said Mildred and it was indeed remarkable something had happened even though the people in the walls of the room had barely moved and nothing had really settled you had the impression that someone had turned on a washing machine or sucked you up a gigantic vacuum you drowned him music in pure cacophony he came out of the room sweating and on point of collapse behind him Mildred sat in her chair and the voices went on going well everything will be alright now said aunt said not go don't be so sure said cousin now don't get angry who's angry you are I am you're mad why would I be mad because that's all very well cried Montague what are they mad about who are these people who's the man who's that woman of a husband and wife are they divorce engaged good god nothing's connected up they said Mildred well they had this fight you see they certainly fight a lot you should listen I think they're married yeah they're married why if it was not three walls soon to be four walls in the dream complete then it was an open car and Mildred driving a hundred miles an hour across town she shouted her and as she shouted back and both trying to hear what she said but hearing only a scream of the car at least keep it down to the minimum healed what she cried keep it down to the 55 the minimum he shouted so what she shrieked speed he shouted and she pushed it all the way up to 105 miles an hour and tore the breath from his mouth when they stopped out step it out the car she had the seashell stuffed in her ears silence only the wind blowing softly Mildred he stirred in bed he reached over and pulled the tiny musical insect out every year Mildred Mildred and I think I'm gonna stop there why just out of my own convenience so let's see are we anywhere near the end of this chapter I don't think this chapter actually ends I this chapter is like 50% of the book and then the other 50 of the others there's the next part another bunch of pages to go okay so we have just finished part two of chapter one let's direct that a little way and let's do a little summary to see where we're sitting here so Montague wakes up and realizes Clarissa is not there the little girl he's used to seeing all the time she's not chilling where she usually chills he comes home she's not there he wakes up she's not there and he doesn't know where she is and so he goes to work and he's like thinking about her and so she's kind of in his head when he talks to other people and he brings up the fireman thing didn't firemen used to put out fires rather than start fires and the guys around him are like what no you know this it's in our handbook Benjamin Franklin was the first fireman and he burned books that the English had made and so we could tell by this that the history of the country has definitely been reset not reset but rewritten so that like I don't know anyways long story short Benjamin Franklin didn't start fires back in today I mean maybe started a couple but he wasn't the first fireman and in this story it's rewritten histories rewritten so that it would seem like Benjamin Franklin started fires so that the world would kind of like I mean history is written by the victors and I think that's kind of the point there so anyways they kind of dismiss him away and as he gets dismissed away they get an alarm ringing oh we need to go start another fire and so they run off and the Hound wakes up as they're about to leave and they find out it was back up a bit we find out that in another station one of the hounds was turned on the people that worked in the station and we also find out from Clarissa from another time he had talked to her that like all the kids that were like running around were like getting really really violent and like killing each other because they don't like attached value to human life because they don't have conversations they don't feel attachments they just like see like anyways people are killing each other and it's becoming like a huge thing because people are killing themselves they're killing each other because nothing feels like it matters in this world and so as they get off the Hound like like gets up with them and then they go off to UM burn something down and they go into this house and usually when they arrive at a house whoever owns the house is like tied up and put inside a police car but this time the police didn't show up and so this woman's just standing there and they push past her and the captain slaps ER and he's like where are the books and she's like you know where the books are you got the call and it turns out that her neighbors the one that turned her in such a dick move and so she is like just pushed aside and they run upstairs and they start throwing books down the stairs and magazines and stuff throw him in the air and hopefully we get to see that in the movie because it's gonna be really cool watching all the books fall in slow motion but anyways the books start like landing on montague is like ah what's going on here and he's like really like taken aback because he's never like been in the house where somebody's still there they're usually already taken out and he was already thrown off because Clarissa wasn't there and so he already had like one interruption of his normal schedule and then he gets knocked off of his normal schedule even further leaving him vulnerable and so one of the books falls in his hands and he reads this very interesting reading and said we will set a fire that like burns so that no one will ever forget it which is what this book does I think or at least that line specifically does and so it like lights in him like a new feeling like he's keep saying like and that's very bad speaking so in him he feels that books are kind of they have purpose now he read something that just like stuck with him and if one thing can stick with him from a book maybe he needs to see what else these books have to offer because they were made for a reason and so anyways they start spraying kerosene all over the house and the woman refuses to leave the house and I'm like we're gonna burn this house in 10 seconds and Montag is like hey you can't you can't do this and during this time he like grabbed one of the books and like stuffed it in his armpit to hide it because like the books really sticking with him and he's in like a moment of weakness because his schedules really thrown off and so he's like you got to go because we're gonna burn down this house and she like pulls out a match and everybody like backs up and like runs out of the house and Montag's like don't do this like we can get out of here and she's like no I'm gonna burn down this house with me in it and so he leaves she burns herself up along with her house and all the neighbors come out to watch and so the riding home and the captain's talking to them and he says well monta one of them asks so what was that line that you read and the captain knew exactly what the line was she actually had said something when they walked in and the captain had remembered exactly what she said like word for word he knew where it was from to and so that leads us to believe oh maybe the captain's been like stashing books too but maybe we're not maybe not who knows but anyway she says most captain's actually know like a lot more than they should because it's just kind of like a side effect of like being a captain of these things you need to know what you're destroying and so because they're like all kind of in shock at like watching this one would just burn herself alive they missed their turn and they're there they're still in shock and so the day kind of ends and Clarissa is still not there when he comes home and so Montague like comes home and he's in the dark and his wife's in bed he's like hey and he gets really unclear in this part of the book and that's why that's why we have these descriptions and so when he gets home he like will skip to the part he stashes it under he snatches the book under its pillow as he comes to bed and his wife and him sleep in separate beds which is people are detached from each other kind of emphasized to the greatest extent and so he's standing there in the darkness before he stashes the book and he's just like he doesn't know how he feels and his wife's like hey go to bed he's like fine so he starts just like I'm dressing himself and he's making lots of noise and stuff and eventually he does go to bed and he like stashes the book as I said and when he's in bed he talks to his wife and they're at least his wife starts talking to him and he listens to her he's like how does the same stuff that Clarence was talking about just droning on about stuff that doesn't matter you're just the same thing everybody else has ever said it's like a kid just babbling words that just sound nice to them and so he's sitting there not listening to his wife and then she gets up to go put some more sleep capsules and he's listening to see like how many times she gonna swallow like these pills like because she's already like tried to kill herself one time like she's just forgetting she's swallowing them and as this is happening and like we also learned that war is about to break in this country like we heard it in the background of the radio earlier in the chapter saying Oh war might be declared every moment and so that's in the first part of this chapter that we read in the last video it was talking about jets flying over it so we found his wife unconscious and now Jets were flying over again in the house and so we know war is brewing and things are going bad and so his wife is like taking pills and stuff and he it's like how many pills she gonna take and he's kind of just running through a lot of things in his head I think he I don't know if he falls asleep necessarily but he definitely gets like in a loop of thought and what we see in this big like several page long like rambling of like confusing things that you don't know if he's actually talking to his wife or not talking to his wife or he talked about how like he refers to the three walls in the house as like walls between him and his wife and he doesn't remember where he met his wife in the Aster hey you remember where we met and she's like no I have no idea when we met why does it matter so he's like why am i with this woman like Clarissa was right I don't love anyone and so he's really he's caught up in this and he's like there's these walls where these people are basically her cousins just rambling and blabbing into her ears all the time I'm always so loud around me and this book makes me sound like an old person but I'm only sounding like that to reflect the old person attitude that is being expressed in this book and so he gets really frustrated with all the noises that are coming out of these walls he just gets so upset with it and I don't know if anything actually happens you know he gets really upset and that's kind of where we end it there I think let's see if did I miss anything that's in the last part miss says something must be done we can't just stand around and talk and then he like just he reaches over to her maybe he's going to do something maybe once the walls removed I don't know we're gonna find that out in the next video okay so I think that summarizes pretty much every yeah pretty much everything if you have any questions drop them down below if you want me to do another white board summary in the next video let me know I don't think I will so we might not have one in the next video but if you get to me quick enough in your response maybe I'll bring it back I feel like it was enough to just like introduce the characters so we get a good idea of like where we're sitting in this book it was good to interrupt the chapter for just that so anyways thank you guys for joining me and I'll catch you in the end of chapter 1 which will be the next reading okay thank you guys goodbye [Music]

Channel: Micah Reads

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Keywords: reading, farenheit, fahrenheit, 451, four, five, one, ray bradbury, ray, bradberry, book, audiobook, free, 2018, 2017, new, high, quality hd, read, aloud

Id: Vit90LGZhwQ

Length: 39min 38sec (2378 seconds)

Published: Tue May 01 2018