Fahrenheit 451 (Chapter 1.3) Audiobook

[Music] hello and welcome back to my career I'm going to jump right into this we don't need a whiteboard review I think you all got it from the last chapter so backing up a couple sentences Mildred he stirred in bed he reached over and pulled the tiny musical insect out of her ear Mildred Mildred yes her voice was faint he felt he was one of the creatures electronically inserted between the slots of the photo colored walls speaking but the speech not piercing the crystal barrier he could only pantomime hoping he would turn she would turn his way and see him they could not touch through the glass Mildred you know the girl I was telling you about what girl she was almost asleep the girl next door what girl next door you know the high school girl Clarice is her name oh yeah said the wife I haven't seen her for a few days four days to be exact have you seen her no I meant to talk to you about her strange oh I know the one you mean I thought you would her she said Mildred in the darkroom what about her or what about her ask Montague I meant to tell you forgot forgot tell me now what is it I think she's gone gone the whole family moved out somewhere but she's gone for good I think she's dead we couldn't be talking about the same girl no the same girl McClellan McClellan whatever my car four days ago I'm not sure but I think she's dead the family moved out anyway I don't know but I think she's dead you're not sure of it no not sure pretty sure why didn't you tell me sooner for God four days ago I forgot all about it four days ago he said quietly laying there they laid there in the dark room not moving either of them good night she said he heard tough it he heard a faint rustle her hand moved the electronic thimble moved like a praying mantis on the pillow touch by her hand now it was in her ear again and humming he listened and his wife was singing under her breath outside the house a shadow moved an autumn wind rose up and faded away but there was something else in the silence that he heard it was like a breath exhaled upon the window there's like a faint drift of greenish luminescent smoke the motion of a single huge October leaf blowing across the lawn and away the hound he thought it's out there tonight it's out there now if I open the window he did not open the window he had chills and fever in the morning you can't be sick said Mildred he closed his eyes over the hotness yes but you were all right last night no I wasn't all right he heard the relative shouting him a parlor Mildred stood over his bed curiously she felt her there he felt her there he saw her without opening his eyes her hair burnt by chemicals to a brittle straw her eyes for the kind of counteract unseen but suspect far beyond but suspect far behind the pupils the reddened pouting lips the body as thin as a praying mantis from dieting and her flesh like white bacon he could remember her no other way will you bring me aspirin and water you've got to get up she said it's noon you've slept five hours later than usual will you turn the power off yes that's my family we turn it off for a sick man I'll turn it down she went out of the room and did nothing to the parlor and came back is that better thanks that's my favorite program she said what about that aspirin you've never been sick before she went away again well I'm sick now I'm not going to work tonight call Beatty for me you might did funny last night she returned humming where's the aspirin he glanced at the water glass she handed him oh she walked to the bath again did something happen a fire is all I had a nice evening she said in the bathroom what doing the parlor what was on programs what programs some of the best ever whoo oh you know the bunch yes the bunch the bunch the bunch he pressed the pain in his eyes and suddenly the odor of kerosene made him vomit you Mildred came and humming she was surprised why'd you do that he looked at her with this he looked with dismay at the floor we burned an old woman with her books it's a good thing the rugs washable she fetched her mop and worked on it I went to Helens last night couldn't you get the shows in your own parlor sure but it's nice visiting she went out into the parlor he heard her singing Mildred he called she turns singing snapping her fingers softly aren't you gonna ask me about last night he said what about it we burned a thousand books we burned a woman well the parlor was exploding with sound we burned copies of copies of dante and swift and marcus aurelius wasn't here European something like that wasn't you a radical I never read him he was a radical Mildred fiddled with the telephone you don't expect me to call captain Beattie do you you must don't shout I wasn't shouting he went up in bed suddenly enraged and flushed shaking the parlour roared in the hot air I can't call him I can't tell him I'm sick why because you're afraid he thought a child famous illness afraid to call because after a moment's discussion the conversation would run so yes captain I feel better already I'll be in at 10 o'clock tonight you're not sick said Mildred Montague fell back in bed he reached under the pillow the hidden book was still there Mildred how would it be if well maybe I quit my job a while you want to give up everything after all these years of working because one night some woman in her books you should have seen her Mellie she's nothing to me she shouldn't have had those books it was her responsibility she should have thought of that I hate her she's got you going to the next thing you know we'll be out no house no job nothing you weren't there you didn't see he said there must be something in books things we can't imagine to make a woman stay in a burning house there must be something there you don't stay for nothing she was simple-minded she was as rational as you and I more so perhaps and we burned her that's water under the bridge no not water fire you ever seen a burn house it smolders for days well this'll fire will last me the rest of my life god I've been trying to put it out of my mind all night I'm crazy with trying you should have thought of that before becoming a fireman thought he said was I given a choice my grandfather and father were firemen in my sleep I ran after them the parlor was playing a dance tune this is the day you go on the early chef said Mildred you should have gone two hours ago I just noticed it's not just that the woman that died said Montag last night I thought about all that kerosene I've used in the past ten years I thought about books and for the first time I realized that a man was behind each one of those books a man had to think them up man had to take a long time to put them down on a paper and I'd never even thought of that before he got out of bed it took some man a lifetime maybe to put some of his thoughts down looking around the world and life and I come along in two minutes and boom it's all over let me alone said Mildred I didn't do anything let you alone that's very well but how many I leave myself alone would he not go we need not to be alone we need to be really bothered once in a while how long has it been since you were really bothered about something important about something real and then he shut up free remember the last week and they wait the two white stones staring up the ceiling and the punks pump snake with a probing eye and the two faced men with their cigarettes moving in their mouths when they talked but that was another Mildred that was Mildred so deep inside this one and so bothered really bothered that the two women had never met he turned away Mildred said well now you've done it out front of the house look who's here I don't care that's a Phoenix car just drove up and a man in a black shirt with an orange snake stitched on his arm coming up from the front walk captain Beatty he asked captain Beatty Montag did not move but looking into the cold whiteness of the wall immediately before him go let him in will you tell him I'm sick tell him yourself she ran a few steps this way a few steps that and then stopped eyes wide when the front door speaker called her name softly softly mrs. Montague mrs. Montague someone here someone here mrs. Montague mrs. Montag someone's here fading Montag made sure the book was well hidden behind the pillow climbed slowly back into bed and arranged the covers over his knees and across his chest half sitting there after a while and Mildred moved and went out of the room and captain Beebe strolled in his hands in his pockets shut the relatives up said Biddy looking around at everything except Montag and his wife this time Mildred Ram the yammering voices stopped yelling in the parlor captain Beebe sat down in the most comfortable chair with a peaceful look in this ruddy face he took time to prepare and light up the brass pipe and puff out great smoke cloud just thought I'd come by and see how the sick man is how'd you guess Beauty smiled a smile which showed the candy pinkness of his gums and the tiny candy whiteness of his teeth I've seen it all you were gonna call off for a night come on shag sat in bed well said Beattie take the night off he examined his etherial matchbox the lid of which said guaranteed 1 million lights in this igniter and began to strike the chemical match abstractly blow out strike blow out strike speak a few words blow out he looked at the flame he blew he looked at the smoke when will you be well tomorrow the next day maybe first of the week Beebe puffed his pipe every fireman sooner or later hits this they only need understanding to know how the wheels run need to know the history of our profession they don't feed it to rookies like they used to damn shame puffs only fire chief's remember it now puffs I'll let you in on it Mildred fidgeted Biddy took a full minute to settle himself from the think back for what he wanted to say when did it all start you asked this job of ours how did it come about where when well I'll say it really got started around about a thing called the Civil War even though our rulebook claims it was founded earlier the fact is we didn't get along well until photography came into its own then motion pictures in the early 20th century radio television things began to have mass Montag sat in bed not moving because they had mass they became simpler said Beattie once books appealed to a few people here and there everywhere and they could afford to be different the world was roomy but then the world got full of eyes and elbows and mouths double triple quadruple population films and radios and magazine books leveled down to sort of paste putting norm do you follow me I think so baby peered at smoke pattern he had put out on the air picture it nineteenth-century man with his horses dogs cart slow-motion then in the 20th century speed up your camera books cut shorter condensations digests tabloids everything boils down to the gag and snap ending snap ending Mildred nodded classics cuts it fit 15-minute radio show shows and then again to fit two minute book columns winding up at least is ten or twelve line dictionary resume exaggerate of course the dictionaries were for reference but many were those whose soul knowledge of Hamlet you know the title certainly Montague is probably one the faint rumor of a title to you missus Montague whose sole knowledge as I say of Hamlet was one page digest in a book that that claimed now at last you can read all the classics keep up with your neighbors do you see out of the nursery into the college and back into the nursery that's your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or more Mildred arose and began to move around the room picking things up and putting them down biddy ignored her and continued speed up the film Montague quick click pick look I now flick here there swift pace up down in out why how to is so annoying I really hate reading this blah blah blah blah blah politics one column two sentences in a la in a headline and then midair all vanishes world man's mind around about so fast under the pumping hands of publishers exploiters broadcasters that the centrifuge flings off all unnecessary time wasting thought mildred smooth the bedclothes montague felt his heart jump and jump again as he patted his pillow right now she was pulling at his shoulder trying to get him to move so she could take the pillow out and fix it nicely and put it back and perhaps cry out and stare simply reach down her hand and say what's this and hold up the hidden book without touching innocence school is shortened discipline relaxed philosophies histories languages dropped english and spelling gradually gradually neglected finally ohms completely ignored life is immediate the job counts pleasure lies about all lies all about after work well I learned everything save pressing buttons pulling switches fitting nuts and bolts let me fix her pillow said Mildred no whispered Montague the zipper displaces the button and the man lacks just that much time to think while dressing it Don a philosophically hour in the Similan collie hour Mildred said here get away said Montague life becomes one big pratfall Montague everything banged off and Wow Wow said Mildred yanking at the pillow for God's sake let me be cried Montague passionately Biddy opened his eyes wide Mildred's handed frozen behind the pillow her fingers were tracing the books outline and the shape became familiar her face looked surprised and then stunned her mouth opened ask a question empty the theaters safe for clowns and furnished the rooms with glass walls and pretty colors running up and down the walls like confetti or blood or sherry or Sauternes you like that baseball don't you Montague baseball's a fine game now Beatty was almost invisible a voice somewhere behind the screen of smoke what's this asked Mildred almost with delight Montague heaved back against her arms what's this here sit down Montague shouted she jumped away her hands empty we're talking Beatty went on as if nothing had happened you like bowling don't you Montague bowling yes and golf golf's a fine game basketball a fine game billiards full football fine games all of them more sports for everyone group spirit fun and you don't have to think a organized and organized and super organized super super sports more cartoons and books more pictures the mind drinks less and less impatience highways full of crowds going somewhere somewhere somewhere know where the gasoline refuge towns turned to motels people of nomadic surges from place to place following the moon tides living tonight in the room where you slept this noon in I the night before Mildred went about the room and slammed the door went out of the room and slammed the door the parlor aunts began to laugh at the parlor uncles now let's take up the minorities in our civilization shall we bigger the population the more minorities don't step on the toes of the dog lovers the cat lovers doctors lawyers merchants Chiefs Mormons Baptist Unitarian second generation Chinese Swedes Italians Texans Brooklynites Irishmen people from Oregon or Mexico the people in this book this play this TV serial not meant to represent any actual painters cartographers mechanics anywhere the bigger your market Montag the less you handle controversy remember that all the minor minor minorities with their navels to be kept clean authors full of evil thoughts lock up your typewriters they did magazines became nice blend of vanilla tapioca books so the damn snobbish critic said were dishwater no wonder book stopped selling the critic said but the public knowing what it wanted spend happily let the comic books survive and three-dimensional sex magazines of course there you have it Montag you didn't come from the government down there was no dictum no declaration no censorship to start with no technology mass exploitation and minority pressure carried the trick thank God today thanks to them you can stay happy all the time you're allowed to read comics to get old confessions or trade journals yes but what about the fireman then ask Montag BB leaned forward and the faint mist of smoke from his pipe what more easily explained and natural with school turning out more runners jumpers racers tinkerers grabbers Snatchers fliers and swimmers instead of Examiners critics nowhere is an imagined of creators the word intellectual of course became a swear word it deserved to be you always dread the unfamiliar surely remember the boy in your own school class who was exceptionally bright did most of the reciting and answering while the other sat like so many leaden titles hating him and wasn't it this bright boy you selected for beatings and tortures after hours of course it was we must all be alike not everyone born free and acting equal is the Constitution stead but everyone made equal each man in the image of every other then all were happy for there are no mountains to make them coward to judge themselves against self a book is loaded gun in the house next door burn it take the shot from the weapon for each man's mind who knows what might be in the target of the well-read man me now won't stomach them for a minute and so when the houses were finally fireproof completely all over the world you were correct in your assumption the other night there's no longer need a fireman for the old purposes they were given a new job as custodians for our peaceful mind the focus suffer understandable and rightful dread of being inferior official censors judges and executioner's that's you Montag and that's me the door to the parlor open and Mildred stood there looking at them looking at median then at Montague behind her the walls of the room were flooded with green and yellow and orange fireworks sizzling and bursting with some music composed almost completely of trap drums tom-toms and cymbals her mouth moved as if she was saying something but the sound covered it BD knocked the pipe into the palm whose pink hand study the ashes if they were a symbol to be diagnosed and search for meaning you must understand that our civilization is so vast that we can't have our minorities upset and stirred ask yourself what do we want in this country above all people want to be happy isn't that right haven't you heard it all your life I want to be happy people say well aren't they don't we keep them moving don't we keep giving them fun that's all we live for isn't it for pleasure for titillation and you must admit our culture provides plenty of these yes well I don't I could rip lip read what Mildred was saying in the doorway he tried not to look at her mouth because then meeting my turn andrey was there too colored people don't like the little black Burnet white people don't feel good about Uncle Tom's Cabin burn it someone's written a book on tobacco and cancer of the lungs the cigarette people are weeping Barton the book serenity Montag peace Montag take your fight outside but are yet to the incinerator funerals are unhappy and pagan eliminate them to five minutes a person after a person is dead he's only on his way to the big flue the incinerators serviced by helicopters all over the country ten minutes after death a man speck of black dust let's not quibble over individuals from of memoriam forget them burn all burn everything fires bright and fires clean the fireworks died in the pilar behind mildred she'd stop talking at the same time a miraculous coincidence Montag held his breath there was a girl next door he said slowly she's gone now I think dead I can't even remember her face but she was different how how did she happen Beatty smiled here there that's bound to occur Clarissa McClelland we have a record on her family we've watched them carefully heredity and environment are fun you can't rid yourself of all the odd ducks in a few years the home environment can out can undo a lot you tried to do at school that's why we've lowered the kindergarten age year after year until now we're almost snatching him from the cradle we had some false alarm some of McClellan's when I lived in Chicago never found a book uncle had a mixed record antisocial the girl she was a time bomb the family had been feeding her subconscious I'm sure from what I saw of her school record she didn't want to know how things were done but why that can be embarrassing you ask well I do a lot of things you wind up very unhappy indeed if you keep at it the poor girl is better off dead yes dead luckily the queer ones like her don't happen often we know how to nip most them in the butt early you can't build a house without nails and wood but if you don't want the house build hide the nails and wood if you don't want am an unhappy politically don't give them two sides to question to worry him give him one better yet give him none let him forget that such a thing is war if the government is inefficient top-heavy and tax mad better it be all those then the people will worry over it peace Montag give the people contest they can win by remembering the words to more popular songs so the names of the state capitals or how much corn Iowa brew last year crammed them full of non combustible data chuck them so damn full of facts that they feel stuff but absolutely brilliant with information then they'll feel like they're thinking they'll get a sense of motion without moving and they'll be happy because facts of that sort don't change don't give them all slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with that way lies melancholy any man who can take a TV wall apart and put it back together again and then most men can nowadays is happier than any man who tries to slide rule measure and equate the universe which just won't be measured or equated without making a man feel best steel and lonely I know I've tried it to hell with it so bring on your clubs and your parties and your acrobats and magicians your Daredevils jet cars motorcycle helicopters your sex and heroin will have everything to do with automatic reflex if the drama is bad if the film says nothing if the play is hollow sting me with a theremin loudly I think I'm responding to the play when it's only tactile action of vibration but I don't care I just like solid entertainment Bibi got up I must be going lectures over I hope I've clarified things the important thing for you to remember Montag is there's happy is where the happiness boys in Dixie do oh you and I and the others we stand against a small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought we have our fingers on the dike hold steady don't let the torrent of melancholy and drear philosophy drown our world we depend on you I don't think you realize how important you are we are to our happy world as it stands now BB shucks Montag's limp hand Montag still says if the house for collapsing about him as if he could not move in the bed Mildred had vanished from the door one last thing said beating at least once in his career every fireman gets an itch what do the books say he wonders oh just scratch that itch way well Montague take my word for it I've had to read a few in my time to know what I was about and what the books say nothing nothing you can teach or believe they're about non-existent people figments of our imagination if they're fiction and if they're nonfiction it's worse one professor calling another an idiot one philosopher screaming down another's gullet all of them running about putting out the Stars and extinguishing the Sun you come away lost well then what if a fireman accidentally read not intending anything else just takes a book home with him Montague twitched the door open door looked at him with its great vacant eye a natural air curiosity alone said Beattie we don't get over anxious or mad we let the firemen keep the book twenty-four hours if he hasn't burned it by then we simply come burn it for him of course Montag's mouth is dry well Montague will you take another later shift today but we see you tonight perhaps I don't know said Montague what BDA looked faintly surprised Montague shut his eyes I'll be in later maybe we'd certainly miss you if he didn't show sad beating putting his pipe in his pocket thoughtfully I'll never come in again thought Montague get well and keep well said Beatty he turned and went out through the open door Montague watched through the windows Beatty drove away in his gleaming yellow flame colored beetle with a black shark tires across the street and down the way the other houses stood with their flat fronts what was it clear I said said one afternoon no front porches michael says there used to be front porches and people sat there sometimes at night talking when they wanted to talk rocking and not talking when they didn't want to talk sometimes they just sat there and thought about things turn things over Michael said the architects got rid of the front porches because they didn't look well well my uncle says it was merely rationalizing it's the real risen hidden underneath might be they didn't want people sitting like that doing nothing rocking talking that was the wrong kind of social life people talk too much and if they had time to think so they ran off with the porches and the gardens too not too many Gardens anymore to sit around and and look at furniture no rocking chairs anymore and they're too comfortable get people up and running around my uncle says and my uncle and my uncle her voice faded Montague turned up and looked at his wife who sat in the middle of the parlor talking to an announcer who was in turn talking to her mrs. Montague he was saying this that and the other mrs. Montague something else and still another the Converter attachment which had cost them one hundred dollars automatically supplied her name whenever the announcer addressed this anonymous audience leaving a blank where the proper syllable should be filled in a special spot waiver Scrambler also caused the televised image in the area immediately about his lips to mouth the vowels and consonants beautifully he was a friend no doubt of it a good friend mrs. Montague now look right here her head turned round though she quite obviously was not listening Montague said it's only step from not going to work today not going to work tomorrow not working in the firehouse ever again you going to work tonight though aren't you she said Mildred I haven't decided right now I've got an awful feeling I want to smash things and kill things go take the beetle no thanks the keys to the beetle are on the night table I always like to drive fast when I feel that way you get it up around 95 and you feel wonderful sometimes I Drive all night and come back and you don't know it it's fun out in the country you hit rabbit sometimes you get dogs go take the beetle no I don't want to this time I want to hold on to this funny thing god it's gotten big on me I don't know what it is I'm so damned unhappy so mad and I don't know why I feel like I'm putting on weight feel fat I feel like I've been saving up a lot of things and don't know what I might even start reading books they put you in jail wouldn't they she looked at him as if you were behind a glass wall he began to put on his clothes moving restlessly about the bedroom yes and it might be a good idea before I hurt someone do you hear that bTW do you listen to him he knows all the answers she's right happiness is important fun is everything and yet keep sitting there saying to yourself I'm not happy I'm not happy I am Mildred's mouth beamed and proud of it I'm going to do something Sid Montag I don't even know what yet but I'm gonna do something big I'm tired of listening this junk Sid Mildred turning from him to the announcer again Montag touched the volume control on the wall and the announcer was speechless Millie he paused this is your house as well as mine I feel it's only fair I tell you something now I should have told you before but I wasn't admitting it to myself that's something I want you to see something I've put away in hid during the past year now and again once in a while I didn't know why but I did and I never told you it took hold of a straight-back chair and moved it slowly and steadily to the hall in the front door and climbed up on it instead for a moment like a statue on a pedestal his wife standing under him waiting then he reached far back into the right and moved still another sliding sheet so I sari sliding sheet of metal and took out the book without looking at it as he dropped it to the floor he put his hand back up and took out two more books and moved his hand down and dropped the two books into the floor he kept moving his hands and dropping books small ones fairly large ones yellow red green ones when he was done he looked down some twenty books lying at his wife's feet I'm sorry he said I didn't really think but now it looks as if we're in this together Mildred backed away as if she were suddenly confronted by a pack of mice that had come up out of the floor he could hear her breathing rapidly and her face was pale doubt and her eyes were fast and wide she said his name over twice three times then moaning she ran forward and seized a book and ran towards the kitchen incinerator he caught her shrieking he held her and tried to fight away from him scratching no Millie no wait stop it will you we don't know you don't know stop it and he slapped her face he grabbed her again and shook she said his name and began to cry Milly he said listen give me a second will you we can't do anything we can't burn these I'm gonna look at them at least once at least to look them up look at them once then if what captain says is true we'll burn them together believe me we'll burn them together you must help me he looked down at her face and took hold of her chin and held her firmly he was looking not only at her but for himself and what he must do in her face whether we like this or not we're in it I've never asked for much from you all these years but I ask it now I plead for it we've got to start somewhere here figuring out why we're in such a mess you and the medicine Knights in the car and me and my work we're headed right off the cliff Milly god I don't want to go over this isn't going to be easy we haven't anything to go on but maybe we can piece it out and figure it and help each other and you do so much right now and I can't tell you if you love me at all we put with this 24-48 hours and that's all I ask then it'll be over I promise I swear and if there's something here just one little thing out of the whole mess of things maybe we can pass it on to someone else she wasn't frightened anymore so we let her go she sagged away from him and slid down the wall and she sat on the floor looking at the books her foot touched one and she saw this in pulled her foot away that woman the other night Milly you weren't there you didn't see her face and Clarissa you never talked to her I talked to her and then like beadier afraid of her we can't understand it why should they be so afraid of someone like her but I kept putting her alongside the firemen in the house last night and suddenly I realized I didn't liked him at all and I didn't like myself at all anymore and I thought maybe it would be best if the firemen themselves were burnt guy the front door door voice called softly mrs. Montag mrs. Montag someone here someone here mrs. Montag mrs. Montag someone here softly they turned to stare at the door in the books toppled everywhere everywhere in heaps biddy said Mildred it can't be him he's come back she whispered the front-door voice called again softly someone here we won't answer Montag lay back against the wall and then slowly sank into the crouching position and began to nudge the books but what did Lee with his thumb and forefinger he's shivering and he wanted to look wanted above all to shove the books up through the ventilator again but he knew he could not face Beauty again he crouched and then he said the voice of the front door spoke again more insistently Montague picked a single small volume from the floor where do we begin he opened the book halfway and peered at it we begin by beginning I guess he'll come in said Mildred and burn us with the books the front door faded at last there was silence Montague felt the presence of someone beyond the door waiting listening then footsteps going away down the walk and over the lawn let me see what this is said Montague he spoke the words haltingly and with terrible soft self-consciousness he read a dozen pages here there and then came at last to this it is computed that eleven thousand persons have so that several times suffered death rather than submit to break their eggs at the smaller end weird Mildred sat across the hall from him what does it mean it doesn't mean anything the captain was right here now said Montague we'll start over again at the beginning and that is the end finally of chapter boo boy chapter one there you go how to just sit a little bit so what did we miss or what did we struggle through in this super weird ending of this chapter good question let me try and piece it together it was a struggle struggle for sure so this end part of the chapter opens with him calling his wife he's like Mildred Mildred and he like talks to her and he says he's like unhappy but she doesn't really cared she doesn't want to hear it and so the day passes and the next oh sorry I skipped something very important he asked he asked about Clarissa and first his wife doesn't remember Mildred she doesn't remember but all of a sudden she's like oh yeah that girl I think she died and he's like she died what do you mean she died how did you know she died why don't you tell me she's like oh yeah four days ago she died he's like what do you mean four days ago she died you didn't tell me that at all and so he's kind of like he's further broken so the next morning he realize he's been like staying up thinking about this he just feels sick and he doesn't want he doesn't want to do this anymore he doesn't want to be a part of the system that like causes young people to kill each other and cause all these terrible things that this world is like developing he doesn't want to be a part of that system and so he's like I think I'm sick I can't go to work today and his wife's like you're not sick and so he's like can you just get me an aspirin or something and so she goes and then she comes back and she brings him like water and he's like no I asked for aspirin where's the aspirin she's like oh I forgot the aspirin so she leaves and she comes back finally with aspirin he's like he turned down the volume of the TVs and are in our living room and she's like yeah sure and so she goes and she doesn't turn them down and she comes back he's like he's that batter and he's like I guess and so that part is uh she's not she's not a good wife but maybe she'll get better we'll see and so anyways he's uh he's feeling sick and so his wife goes to the bathroom for something or other and he just he smells the kerosene on himself and he just immediately throws up because he remembers this woman that he saw the night before the woman that burned herself in her own house and he realized if somebody cares that much about books about this life that's like against the law what how could she be wrong like I don't care that much about my job I don't care that much about anything how could she be the wrong one if she truly cares about this like she's rational she doesn't seem crazy like what happened and so he thinks about it and makes him throw up immediately because he smelled the kerosene because you remembered her burning to death and he talks to his wife about it and she's like oh that's all silly stop talking about these stupid things like no one cares she's just a stupid woman she deserved to die she broke the law and he's like okay but like again we're seeing like how heartless of society has become how little people care about death and so BD his captain shows up and he's like hey you're not showing up for work are you are you sick and he was like yeah I'm sick and Montt like I just don't feel well and beanies like okay I know what this is every time something terrible like this happens one of our one of the firemen in the world just feels a certain way and they feel sick and I think I just need to put things in perspective for you so you understand how the world works we're firemen aren't they haven't always been firemen that cause fires they used to put out fires but now we cause fires and this isn't something that the government imposed on us this is something that we created by wanting a simpler existence we didn't want to think about politics and have to choose between two sides we just wanted everything to be handed to it everything's a hand to be handed to us we wanted everything to make us happy so many hard decisions any tough choices those were all eliminated and so we started being focused on other things we started being focused on oh I can take this apart I know these little tidbits these little facts that can be mechanically inclined but you don't ask the why of things because the why of things complicates things it makes you confused it makes you upset you don't try and piece together why the universe works the way it works because you'll never get an answer because the universe is so complicated so we just stop thinking about all that we keep it really simple and so all these things that exist that are like upsetting you read Tom Sawyer and it upsets you because of how it makes you feel we don't need Tom Sawyer you don't need things in the world to make you upset in books we're meant to kind of make you question the reality around you kind of make you think twice about things and so we don't need books so with our society to started getting rid of books and so after we started getting ready of bucks it just became a mandatory law after a certain point we didn't want to offend other people and so we made it the law that there was nothing offensive around and so we got rid of all of the books because the books were offensive and so now there's no more books and we are the ones that protect society from having to second-guess itself from having to get upset nobody has to be upset anymore because there's nothing to disagree on and so that's the place of society like my Mike by the way that's the place of society right now and so Montag finally realizes like what is placing all this is and he's not happy with it he doesn't like the idea that he's the one preventing people from making hard decisions from thinking twice about things and so BB's like saucy at work tonight in Montag's like maybe maybe not and so we haven't kind of surprised biddies like what do you mean maybe not because he thought he was like oh I've explained it to him he should understand now this is how it works this is your place and everything and he thought that Montag was struggling because he didn't understand this place and everything which is a little bit true he didn't understand his place and everything but once he was told his place he he wasn't happy with it and Bibi thought that putting that knowledge of his place would make him kind of content that oh you're doing a good thing but instead Montag just feels worse here about maybe maybe I want to know what's in these books maybe I want to know what's so controversial like maybe I'm missing out on a whole other side of reality and so BD leaves and his wife's talking to him because during the conversation him and BD his wife was being really annoying she's like picking around the house and like picking things up and putting him down she's like let me fluff your pillow for he's like stop go away she like nah let me fluff it and then she reaches behind the pillow it's like oh and she feels a book and she like he pushes her away and she's like okay and so she like leaves and Bibi kind of like doesn't acknowledge it but before Beatty leaves he's like it's not uncommon for a curiosity to get better of a fireman if you bring a book home we give you 24 hours to burn it and if you don't burn it with 24 hours we'll burn it for you which means they're gonna come for him if he doesn't burn his own book and so it's a threat it really is and so the captain leaves and Montag gets up and he's talking to his wife and he's like listen I have a confession to make and so he like gets up and he talks about the grill the the grill that's up there the air conditioning grill and it's mentioned several times throughout the up to this point we don't know what's behind it but we assume it's a book and so he like remove the grill and he's like this is what I wanted to show you and he pulls book after book after book after book twenty or so books out of there and be he had told him none of these books say anything you can read them you you are allowed to read them but you won't be happy the books will just say it's gonna be the same thing over again people telling each other they're wrong not saying anything of importance and go ahead and read it but it's gonna be disappointing and you'll understand that you just should burn them and so all of the books are laying out on the floor and his wife's freaking out she's like we need to burn these and he's like no stop and he slaps her I don't condone hitting women I don't condone and hitting anyone and so that's not a good move but anyway if she goes down to the ground because this book was written in like this 60s or 70s when hitting women was the norm I guess anyway so she goes to the ground she's like oh I understand yeah I guess we should read these books he's like yeah we need to read these books I want to know you need if you love me at all you'll give me 24 48 hours to figure out if there's anything worth it in these books otherwise we'll just burn them and so like she like reads he's about to pick up a book and all of a sudden there's another knocking on his door and he's like oh crap somebody's here there's all these books on the floor I'm not gonna answer that door and so he don't answer the door and it knocks it rings it's like hey somebody's here at your door and they just don't answer it at all so the person goes away in Montague picks up a book and he reads a line from the book the line that reads it is computed that 11,000 persons have it several times suffered death rather than submit to break their eggs at the smaller end which I don't know what that means I'm sure there's more to it I'm sure we'll figure out more about it later because you said okay well that these books don't make any sense like maybe I just need to actually read it from the beginning and so he decides I'm gonna start this book from the beginning and maybe it'll make more sense and that's where the chapter ends him saying I'm gonna continue reading this book from the beginning and trying to cipher some sort of meaning out of it and I think that's it for now guys these are there are three parts to each chapter it seems as I'm reading them and they're each like 40 to 50 minutes long so I hope you're staying with me here I hope you're enjoying the book so far thank you so much for joining me and I hope you catch you in the next one all right and good bye [Music]

Channel: Micah Reads

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Keywords: reading, fahrenheit, farenheit, farentheit, 451, four, five, one, book, audiobook, audible, free, out loud, help, guide, how to, 2018, 2017, funny, summary, fun, hard, not suck

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Length: 41min 37sec (2497 seconds)

Published: Wed May 02 2018