Fahrenheit 451 (Chapter 2.1) Audiobook

[Music] hello and welcome to my grades again we are starting chapter two of Fahrenheit four five one and what we have just saw happened was captain Beatty was hanging out and he said hey you gotta burn those books and so our our hero here Montag he pulls all the books out of his vent and he's like look at wife look at all the books I have and she's like damn she tried to burn them and then she was like we can't Burt he's like we can't burn these we gotta read him and she's like fine and so that's where we left off chapter 2 the sieve in the sand they read the long afternoon through while the cold November rain fell from the sky upon the quiet house they sat in the hall was Sun because the pollen because the parlor was so empty and great looking without its wall lit with orange and yellow confetti and skyrockets and women in gold mesh dresses dresses and men in black velvet pulling 100-pound rabbits from silver hats the parlor was dead and Mildred kept peering in at it with a blank expression as Montague paced the floor and came back and squatted down and read a page as many as ten times aloud we cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed as an affiliate up by drop there is at least a drop which makes it run over so in a series of kindnesses there's at least one which makes the heart run over Montague sat listened to the rain is that what it was in the girl-next-door I've tried so hard to figure she's dead let's talk about someone alive for goodness sake Montague did not look up back at his wife as she was went trembling Namba hauled the kitchen where he stood a long time watching the rain hit the windows before he came back down the hall and the grey light waiting for the tremble to subside he opened another book that's my favorite subject myself he squinted at the wall that favorite subject myself I understand that one said Mildred but Karissa's favorite subject wasn't herself it was everybody else and me she was the first person in a good many years I've really liked she was the first person not gonna remember who looks straight at me as if I counted he lifted the two books these men have been dead a long time their words point one way or another to Clarisse or Clarissa outside the front door in the rain a faint scratching Montague froze you saw Mildred thrust herself back to the wall and gasped someone the door why doesn't the door voice tell us I shut it off under the door sill a slow probing sniff an exaltation of electric steam Mildred laughed it's only hit dog that's what you want me to shoo him away stay where you are silence the cold rain falling and the smell of blue electricity blowing under the locked door let's get back to work said Montague quietly Mildred kicked at a book books aren't people you read and I looked all around but there isn't anybody he stared at the parlor that was dead and gray as the waters of an ocean that my team is life if they switched on the electric Sun now said Mildred my family is people they tell me things I laughed they laugh and the colors yes I know and besides if captain Beatty knew about these books she thought about it her face grow amazed and then horrified he might come and burn the house and the family that's awful think of our investment why should I read what for what for why said Montague I saw the damnedest snake in the world the other night it was dead but it was alive it could see but it couldn't see you want to see that snake it's an emergency house hospital where they filed a report on all the junk the snake got out of you would you like to go and check their file maybe you'd look under guy Montague or maybe under fear or war would you like to go to that house that burnt last night and rake ashes for the bows of the woman who set fired her own house what about Clarissa McLellan where do we look for her the morgue listen the Bombers crossed the sky and crossed the sky over the house gasping murmuring whistling like an immense invisible fan circling an emptiness Jesus gods and Montague every hour somebody damned things in the sky how the hell did those bombers get up there every single second of our lives why doesn't someone want to talk about it you've started in 1 2 atomic wars since 2022 is it because we've having so much fun at home we've forgotten the world is it because we're so rich in the rest of the world so poor and we just don't care if they are I heard rumors the world is starving we're all well fed is it true the world works hard and we play is that why we're hated so much I've heard the rumors about hate to once in a long while over the years you know why I don't that's for sure maybe the books get us half of out of the cave they might just stop us from making the same dam and same mistakes I don't hear those idiot bastards in your parlor talking about it God Millie don't you see an hour a day two hours with these books and maybe telephone rang Mildred snatched the phone and she laughed yes the white clowns on tonight Montague walked to the kitchen and threw the book down Montague he said you're really stupid where do we go from here do we turn the books in forget it he opened the turn the books in and forget it he opened the book to read over Mildred's laughter poor Millie you thought poor Montague it's mud to you too but where do you get help where do you find a teacher this late hold on he shut his eyes yes of course again he found himself thinking to the green park years ago I thought I'd been with him many times recently but now he remembered how it was that day in the city park when he had seen that old man in the black suit hide something quickly in his coat the old man left up as if to run in Montague said wait I haven't done anything cried the old man trembling no one said you did it sat in the green soft light without saying a word for a moment Montague talked about the weather and then the old man responded with a pale voice it was a strange quiet meeting the old man admitted that he had been a retired English professor who've been thrown out upon the world of forty years ago when the last liberal arts college shut for lack of students and patronage yeah that's something that will never happen in America anyways his name was Faber and when he finally lost his fear of Montague he talked in a cadenced voice looking at the sky and the trees of the green park and when an hour had passed he said something Montague and Montague sensed it was a rhyme was poem then the old man grew even more courageous and said something else and that was a poem - Faber held his hand over his left coat pocket and spoke these words gently in Montague knew if he reached out he might pull a book of poetry from the man's coat but he did not reach out his hand stayed on his knees numbed and useless I don't talk things sir sand Farber I take meanings of things I sit here and know I'm alive that was all there was to it really an hour of monologue a poem a comment and then without acknowledging the fact that Montag was a fireman fiber with a certain trembling wrote his address on the slip of paper for your file he said in case you decided to be angry with me I'm not angry Montag said surprised Mildred shrieked with laughter in the hall Montag went to his bedroom closet flipped through his file wallet to the heading future investigations Faber's name was there he hadn't turned it in and he hadn't erased it he dialed the call on the secondary phone the phone on the far end of the line called Firebirds name a dozen times before the professor answered in a faint voice Montag identified himself it was wet with a lengthy silence yes mr. Montag professor father have a rather odd question ask how many copies of the Bible are left in this country I don't know what you're talking about I want to know if there are any copies left at all this is some sort of trap I can't talk to just anyone on the phone how many copies of Shakespeare and Plato none you know as well as I do none Fabri hung up Montag put down the phone nun a thing he knew of course from the firehouse listings but somehow he had wanted to hear it from father himself in the hall Mildred's face was suffused with excitement well the ladies are coming over Montag showed her a book this is the old and new Testament and don't start that again you may be the last copy of this part in the world you gotta hit it back tonight don't you captain Beaton knows you got it doesn't he I don't think he knows which book I stole but how do I choose a substitute do I turn in mr. Jefferson mr. Thoreau which is least valuable if I pick a substitute and BB doesn't know which book I stole he'll guess that I have an entire library in here Mildred's mouth twitched see what are you doing you'll ruin us who's more important me or that Bible she was beginning a shriek now sitting there like a wax doll I'm melting in its own heat he could hear a baby's voice sit down Montag watch delicately like the petals of a flower like the first page like the second page each becomes a black butterfly beautiful a light the third page from the second and so on chain-smoking chapter by chapter all the silly things the words mean all the false promises all the secondhand notions and the time-worn philosophies their sappy D perspiring gently the floor little littered with swarms of black moths that had died in a single storm mildred stop screaming as quickly as she had started montague was not listening there's only one thing to do what you said sometime before tonight when i give the book to bt i've got to have a duplicate made you'll be here for the white clam tonight and the ladies coming over cried mildred montague stopped at the door with his black back turned Millie a silence what Millie does the white clown love you no answer Millie does he licked his lips does your family love you very much love you with all their heart and soul Millie he felt her blink blink blink at the back of his neck why'd you ask a silly question like that he felt he wanted to cry but nothing would happen to his eyes or his mouth if you see that dog outside said Mildred give him a kick for me he hesitated listening at the door he opened it and stepped out the rain had stopped and the Sun was setting in the clear sky the street in the law and the porch were empty he let his breath go in a great sigh he slammed the door he was on the subway I'm numb he thought when did the numbness really begin in my face in my body the night I kicked the pill bottle in the dark like kicking a buried mine the numbness will go away he thought it'll take time but I'll do it or father will do it for me someone somewhere will give me back the old face and the old hands and the way they were even the smile he thought the old burnt in smile that's gone I'm lost without it the subway fled past him cream tile jet black cream tile jet black numerals and darkness more darkness and then total adding itself once as a child he had been sat on a yellow dune by the sea in the middle of the blue hot summer day trying to fill a sieve with a sand because some cruel cousin itself Phyllis aunt sieve and you'll get a dime and the faster he poured the faster it sifted through with hot whispering his hands retired the sand was boiling in the sieve was empty seated there in the midst of July without a sound he felt tears moved down his cheeks now as the vacuum underground rushed him through the dead cellars of town jolting him he remembered the terrible logic of that sieve and he looked down and saw that he was carrying the Bible open there were people in the suction train but he held the book in his hands and the silly thought came to him if you read fast and read all maybe some of the sand will stay in the sieve but he read and the words fell through and he thought in a few hours they'll be be and he'll be me standing handing this over or so with no phrase must escape me each line must be memorized I'll do I will myself to do it he clenched the book in his fists trumpets blared Denham was dentifrice shut up thought Montag consider the lilies of the field den hums dentifrice then toil not denims consider the lilies of the field shut up shut up dentifrice he tore the book open and flicked the pages and felt of them as if you were blind he picked up the shape and him individual letters not blinking Denham spelled E and they toil not neither do they a fierce whisper of hot sand through an empty sieve denims does it consider the lilies the lilies the lilies denims Dental detergent shut up shut up shut up there was a plea a cry so terrible at montague himself felt himself on his feet the shocked inhabitants of the loud car staring moving back from this man within the same gorged face gibbering dry mouth and the flapping book in his fists the people who had been sitting with him went before tapping their feet to the rhythm of denim's dentifrice denims dandy Dental detergent denims dentifrice tender fresh dentifrice one two one two three four one two three the people whose mouths had been faintly twitching the words dentifrice ten to first antifreeze the train radio vomited upon Montague in retaliation a great tonne load of music made of tin copper silver chromium and brass that people were pounded in the submission they did not run there was no place to run the great air train fell down at shaft in the earth lilies of the field denims lilies I said the people stared call the guard the man's off in all view the train has to a stop in all view a cry denims I was a whisper Montag's bow mouth barely moved lilies the train door whistled open Montague stood the door get gas started shut only then did he leap past the other passengers screaming in his mind plunged through the slicing door only in time he ran to the white tiles up through the tunnels ignoring escalators because he wanted to feel his feet move arms swing lungs clenched unclench Phil's throat go robber there a voice drifted after him Denham denims denims the train hissed like a snake the train vanished in its hole who is it Montag out here what do you want let me in I haven't done anything I'm alone damn it you swear it I swear the front door open slowly Faber peered out looking very old and the light and very fragile and very much afraid the old man looked as if he had not been out of the house in years he and the white plaster walls inside were much the same there was white in the flesh of his mouth and his cheeks and his hair was white and his eyes had faded with the white and the vague blueness there then his eyes touched on the book under Montag's arm it did not look so old anymore and not quite as fragile slowly his fear went I'm sorry one has to be careful he looked at the book under Montag's arm could not stop so it's true Montag stepped inside and the door shut sit down Faber backed up as if he feared the book might vanish if he took his eyes from it behind him the door to a bedroom stood open in that room a litter of machinery and steel tools were strung upon a desk top Montag it only a glimpse before Faber's seeing Montag's attention diverted turned quickly and shut the bedroom door instead holding the knob with trembling hand his gaze returned unsteadily to Montag who now seated with a book in his lap the book where did you I stole it Faber for the first time raised his eyes and looked directly into Montag's face you're brave no said Montag my wife's dying a friend of mine is already dead someone who may have been a friend was burnt less than 24 hours ago you're the only one I know to help me to see to see favors hands itch did his knees may I sorry Mont I gave him the book it's been a long time I'm not a religious man but it's been a long time Faber turned the pages stopping here and there to read it's as good as I remember Lord how they changed in our parlors these days Christ is one of the family now robson wonder if God agreed you recognizes his own son the way we've dressed him up or is it dressed him down he's a regular peppermint stick now all sugar crystal and sucker in when he isn't making very odd references to certain commercial products that every worshipper absolutely needs Faber sniffed the book you know that book smells like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land I'd love to smell them when I was a boy fluid there were a lot of lovely books once before we let them go they returned the pages mr. Montag you were looking at a coward I saw my way things were going a long time back I said nothing and one of the innocents who could have spoken up and and out when no one would listen to the guilty but I did not speak unless became guilty myself and finally they set the structure to burn the books using firemen i grunted a few times and subsided for there were no other grunting no others grunting or yelling with me by then now it's too late Faber closed the Bible well suppose you tell me why you came here nobody listens anymore I can't talk to the walls because they're yelling at me can't talk to my wife she listens to the walls I just want someone to hear what I have to say and maybe if I talk long enough it'll make sense and I want you to teach me to understand what I read Faber examined Montag thin blue gel face how did you get shaken up it wouldn't knock the torch out of your hands I don't know we have everything we need to be happy but we aren't happy something's missing I looked around the only thing I positively knew was gone was the books at Burton in ten or twelve years so I thought the books might help you're a hopeless romantic said Farber it would be funny if it were not so serious it's not books you need some of the things that once we're in the books the same things could be in the parlor families today the same infinite detail and awareness could not be projected through radios and televised errs but or not no no it's not your books you're looking for take it where you can find it an old photograph records old motion pictures and old friends look at it for Nature and look for yourself books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget there's nothing magical in them at all the magic is only in what the books say how stitch the patches of the universe together into one garment for us of course you couldn't know this of course you still can't understand what I mean I say all this you're to ative Lee right that's what counts three things are missing number one do you know why books such as this are so important because they have quality what does the word quality mean to me it means texture this book has pores it has features the book can go under the microscope you'd find life under the glass steaming past in infinite profusion the more pores the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you can see on a sheet of paper the more literary you are that's my definition anyway telling detail fresh detail the good writers touch life often the mediocre ones run quick hand over her the bad ones rape her and leave her for the Flies so now do you see why books are hated and feared they show the pores in the face of life the comfortable people want only wax moon faces poreless hairless expressionless we're living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers instead of growing on good rain and black loam even fireworks for all their prettiness come from the chemistry of the earth yet somehow we think we can grow feeding on flowers and fireworks without completing the Bice the cycle back to reality do you know the legend of Hercules and Antonis and Antaeus the Giant wrestler who strength was incredible so long as he stood firmly on the earth boney was a held rootless in midair by Hercules he perished easily if there isn't something in that legend for us today in the city in our time then I'm completely insane well there we have the first thing I said we needed quality texture of information and the second leisure oh we have plenty of off hours off hours yes but time to think if you're not deriving 100 miles an hour at a clip we can't think of anything else but the danger when you're playing some game or sitting in some room we can't argue with the four wall televisor why a televisor is real it's an immediate it has dimension it tells you what you think and blast it in it must be right it seems so right it rushes you on so quickly to its own conclusions your mind hasn't time to protest what nonsense only the family is people I beg pardon my wife says books aren't real don't thank God for that you can shut them say hold on a moment you play God to it but who is never who has ever torn himself from the claw that can closes you when you drop a seat in a TV parlor it grows in a shape it wishes as an environment as real as the world it becomes and it is truth books can be beaten down with reason but with all knowledge and skepticism I've never been able to argue with 100-piece symphony orchestra full-color three dimensions being in and part of the incredible parlors as you see my parlor is nothing before plaster walls and here he held out two small rubber plugs for my ears when I read the subway jets denims dentifrice they toil not neither do they spin I said Montag eyes shut where do we go from here what books help us only if the third necessary thing could be given to us number one as I said quality of information number two leisure to digest it and number three the right to carry out actions based on what we learn from the interaction of the first two and I hardly think a very old man and a fireman turned sour could do much this late in the game I can get books you're running a risk that's a good part of dying when you have nothing to lose you risk you run any risk you want there you've said an interesting thing left favor without having to read it I think it's like that in books but it came off too taut my mind all the better you didn't fancy it up for anyone even yourself Montag leaned forward this afternoon I thought that if it turned out that the books were worthwhile we might get press and print some extra copies we you and I Oh No Faber set up but let me tell you my plan if you insist on telling me I must ask you to leave what aren't you interested not if you start talking that sort of talk that might get me burnt for my trouble the only way I could possibly listen to you would be if we had if somehow the fireman structure itself could be burnt now if you suggest that we print extra books and arrange to have them hidden in a firemen houses all over the country so the seeds of suspicion would be sown among those arsonist Bravo I say plant the big books turn in an alarm and see if the fireman's houses burn is that what you mean Faber raised his brows and looked at Montag as if you were seeing a new man I was joking if you thought it would be planned worth trying I'd have to take your word but it wouldn't help we can't guarantee things like that after all when we had all the books we needed we insisted on finding the highest cliff to jump off but we do need a breather we do need knowledge and perhaps in a thousand years we might pick smaller cliffs to jump off of the books are to remind us what asses and fools we are near Caesar's praetorian guard whispering as the parade rolls down the Avenue remember Caesar thou art mortal most of us can't rush around talk to everyone no all the cities of the world we have a time money or that many friends the things you're looking for Montague are in the world but the only way the average chap will ever see 99% of them is in a book don't ask for guarantees and don't think look to be saved in any one thing person machine or library do your own bit of saving and if you're drown at least die knowing you were headed for Shore favor got up and began to pace the room well that's Montague you're absolutely serious absolutely it's an insidious plan if I do say so myself fibre glanced nervously at his bedroom door to see the firehouses burn across the land destroyed his hotbeds of treason the salamander devours its tail oho God have a list of fireman residences everywhere with some sort of underground can you trust people and that's the dirty part you and I and who else will set the fires aren't there professors like yourself former writers historians linguist dad or ancient the older the better they'll go unnoticed you know dozens admit it oh there are many actors alone who haven't acted per della or char Shakespeare for years because their plays are too aware of the world we could use their anger and we could use the honest rage of historians who haven't written a line for 40 years sure we might form classes and thinking and reading yes but that would just nibble the edges the whole culture shot through the skeleton needs melting and reshaping good god it isn't as simple as just picking up a book you laid down half first century ago remember the firemen are rarely necessary the public itself stopped reading of its own accord you firemen provide a circus now and then which buildings are set off and the crowds gather for the pretty blaze but it's a small sideshow indeed and hardly necessary to keep things in line so if you want to be rebels anymore and out of those few most like myself scare easy you can dance faster than the white clown shout louder than mr. gimmick and the powder parlor famara the families if you can you'll win your way Montague in any event here a fool people are having fun committing suicide murdering a bomb our fight had been moving east all that oh a bomber yea bomber fight I've been moving east all the time they talked and only now did the two men stop and listen feeling the great jet sound tremble inside them patience Montague let the war turn off the families our civilization is flinging itself to pieces stand back from the centrifuge there has to be someone ready when it blows up and what men quoting Milton saying I remember Sophocles remembering the survivors a man has a good side too you only gather their stones to her let each other montague go home go to bed why waste your final hours racing about your cage denying you're a squirrel and you don't care anymore I care so much I'm sick and you won't help me good night good night Montague hi hands picked up the Bible he saw that his hands had done and looked surprised would you like to own this Faber said I'd give my right arm Montag stood there and waited for the next thing to happen his hands by themselves like two men working together began to rip the pages from the book the hands toward the Flyleaf from the first and the second page hid Ian what are you doing Faber sprung up as if he had been struck he fell against Montag Montag warded him off and let his hands continue six more pages felled the floor he picked them up and wadded the paper under favorites gaze oh don't don't said the old man who can stop me I'm a fireman I can burn you the old man stood looking at him you wouldn't I could the book don't tear it anymore Faber sank into a chair his face very white his mouth trembling don't make me feel any more tired what do you want I need you to teach me all right all right Montag put the book down you began to unwalled the crumpled paper and flatten it out as the old man watched tiredly Faber shook his head as if you were waking up Montag have you any money some four five hundred dollars why bring it I know a man bring it I know a man who printed our college paper half a century ago that was the year I came to class at the start of a new semester and I found only one student to sign up for drama from Nesta cliffs to O'Neill you see how like a beautiful statue of ice it was melting in the Sun remember the newspaper is dying like huge moths no one wanted them back no one missed them and then the government seeing how I've been changes it was to have people reading only about passionate lips and the fists in the stomach circle the situation where your fire eaters so Montag here's the unemployed printer we start a few books and wait on the war to break the pattern and give us the push we need a few bombs and the families and the walls of the houses like Harlequin rats we'll shut up and the silence our stage will whisper may carry they both stood looking at the book on the table I've tried to remember Syd Montague but he'll it's gone when I try to turn my head god I wanted something to say to the captain he's read enough so he's all the answers or seems to have his voice is like butter I'm afraid he'll come back the way I was only a week ago pumping a kerosene hose I thought God would fun the old man nodded those who don't build must burn it's as old as history in juvenile delinquents so that's what I am and I think that's where I'm gonna stop just for the sake of getting some water and such so what did we learn in this chapter or at least this part of this chapter that will never end like just like the other chapter um good question so what happened was Montag is reading the books and he's not finding what he needs and he's like there has to be somebody that can explain this to me is in the way that I can understand it and he thought back to the guy that he ran into in the park and he talked and he realized that well we actually learned who the person in the park is because it's been mentioned a couple times so he sits down with this person and the person his name is Faber barber PHAB er FA BER something like that and so he used to work be a professor who taught some literary thing and he got fired basically when nobody was interested in it anymore and so after nobody was interested he got fired and then the book burning thing started and so he just kind of withered away but he kept a couple of his books and so Montag back in the past before any of this happened had talked to him and not turned him in but it saved his number and so he calls him up and he asks if there are any copies of the Bible or are there any copies of any books that he knows of and farmers like no there's no book stop trying to trick me and he hangs up because he knows he's a fireman and so Montag's like I'm frustrated and so he talks to his wife for a little while and she gets a phone call and she's like Oh more stuffs gonna be on the pile later I'm tired of this reading book thing can we just stop now and the most whole time the hounds like sniffing out their door and stuff and so mom tags like this is such a waste of time I can't be with my wife anymore she's so frustrating to be near so he just like is about to leave and he like turns back he's like to any of the people that you like actually like love you do they love you and she's like what a silly question he's like yeah I thought so and so he leaves he goes to farmer's house and he's like hey listen old man I want to destroy the system that we're in I think it sucks and so he learned to the history of the place how things have went I'm not going to summarize all the history of their world but we learn that there's a lot of bombers going over as we've experienced over the last couple chapters over the last chapter god it's so long a lot of bombers are going over and there's been two world wars in the past and now that I guess four world wars in the past two of them nuclear and another war is brewing and so they're thinking during this time where the war is brewing once the war starts people are gonna be distracted from their distractions like people are gonna start shutting up and like listening to actual news and stuff and so in that time they can like try and break the cycle and make people care about books again and so let's see yeah so Montag tries to convince him to convince fiber to get friends together get them together and start printing books again and like spread them out into the world and farmers like that's not gonna work that's dumb and some want eggs like all right fine I'm leaving then but first he starts tearing open the Bible that he brought with him if I were so like the straw he's like no no I'll do anything stop tearing apart the Bible and Farber's like a Montague is like okay we need to get your friends you said you knew a guy with a printing press we need to get your friends we get books together and fiber kind of jokes she's like you know if we put books in the firehouses then people wouldn't trust firemen anymore and then we could just burn down the fire houses in Montag's like that's a great idea and farmers like I was just joking but for Montag's like no it's a good idea and so they kind of get a plan together they want to put books when people are distracted by the wars they want to put the books in the fire houses make people not trust anymore and burn down all the firehouses and then nobody will be around to burn the books anymore and then they can start spreading books and that's kind of the week plan that we have going right now and so they're kind of agreed on that and that'll be kind of the end of that chapter if you have any questions as always drop them down below we'll try and work through it together okay so thank you so much for watching guys and I'll see you in the next part of this chapter goodbye [Music]

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Length: 31min 2sec (1862 seconds)

Published: Fri May 04 2018