Fahrenheit 451 (Chapter 2.2) Audiobook

[Music] welcome back to Michael reads I'm Micah and this is Fahrenheit 451 and we are somewhere in the beginning slash middle of chapter two we'll back up a couple sentences just like we always do the old man nodded those who don't build must burn it's as old as history and truven all delinquents so that's what I am there's some of it in all of us Montag moved towards the door can you help me in any way tonight with the fire captain I need an umbrella to keep off the rain I'm so damned afraid I'll drown if he gets me again the old man said nothing but glanced once more nervously in his bedroom Montag caught his glance well the old man took a deep breath held it and let it out he took another I took another eyes closed his mouth tight and it lasts six ailed Montag the old man turned at last and said come along I would actually have to let you walk right out of my house I am a cowardly old fool Faber opened the bedroom door and led Montag into a small chamber where stood a table upon which a number of metal tools lay among a welter of microscopic wire hairs tiny coils bobbins and crystals what's this ask Montag proof of my terrible cowardice I've lived alone so many years throwing images on walls in my imagination fiddling with electronics radio transmission has been my hobby my coyote is of cowardice is of such passion complementing the revolutionary spirit it lives in the shadow I was forced to design this he picked up a small green metal object no longer than a 22 bullet I paid for all this how playing a stock market of course the last refuge in the world for dangerous intellectual out of a job well I played the market and built all this and I've waited I've waited trembling half a lifetime for someone to speak to me I dared speak to no one that day in the park when we sat together I knew that someday you might drop by with fire or friendship it was hard to guess I've had this little item ready for months but I almost let you go I'm not afraid it looks like a seashell radio and something more it listens if you put it in your ear Montague I can sit comfortably at home warming my frightened bones and here the it here and analyze the firemen's world find its witnesses without danger I'm the queen bee safe and the hive you'll be the drone the travelling year eventually I could put out ball ears in all parts of the city with various men listening and evaluating if the drones died I'm still safe at home tending to my fright with maximum of comfort and minimum of chance see how safe I play it how contemptible I am Montague placed the green bullet in his ear the old man inserted a similar object in his own ear and moved his lips Montague the voice was in Montag's head I hear you the old man laughed here coming over fine to favor whispered but the voice and Montag's head was clear go to the firehouse when it's time I'll be with you let's listen to the captain bTW together he could be one of us God knows I'll give you things to say we'll give him a good show do you hate me for this electronic cowardice of mine Here I am sending you out into the night and while I stay behind the lines of my damned ears listening for you to get your head chopped off we all do what we do said Montague you put the Bible in the old man's hands here I'll chance turning in the substitute tomorrow I'll see the unemployed printer yes that much I can do the good moe good night professor not good night I'll be with you the rest of the night a vinegar gnat tickling your ear when you need me but good night and good luck anyways the door open and shut Montague was in the dark Street again looking at the world you could feel the war getting ready in the night in the sky that night the way the clouds moved aside and came back and the way the stars looked a million of them swimming in the clouds like the enemy disks and the feeling the sky might fall upon the city and turn it into chalk dust and the moon go up in red fire that was how the night felt Montague whack walk walked far from the subway with his money in his pocket he'd visited the bank which was open all night every night with the robot tellers in attendance he walked as he listened to the seashell radio in one year we have mobilized a million men quick victories eyes if the or comes music flooded over the voice quickly and it was gone 10 million men mobilized favors voice whispered in this other year but say 1 million it's happier Faber yes I'm not thinking I'm just doing like I'm told like always you said get the money and I got it I didn't really think of it myself when do I start working things out on my own you started already by saying that you just said you'll have to take me on faith I took the others on faith yes and look where we're headed you'll have to travel blind for a while here's my harm - hold on - I don't want to change sides to be told what to do there's no reason to change if I do that you're wise already Montag felt his feet moving him on the sidewalk towards his house keep talking would you like me to read I'll read seek and remember I go to bed only five hours a night nothing to do so if you like I'll read you to sleep nights they say can retain knowledge even when you're sleeping if someone whispers in your ear yes here far away across town in the night the faintest whisper of turn pages the book of Job the moon rose in the sky is Montag walked his lips moving is just a trifle he was eating a light supper at 9:00 in the evening when the front door cried out in the hall and Mildred ran from the parlor like a native fleeing an eruption of Vesuvius mrs. Phelps and mrs. bells came to the front door and vanished into the volcano's mouth with martinis in their hands Montag stopped eating they were like a monstrous crystal chandelier tickling in a thousand chimes he saw their Cheshire cat smiles burning through the walls of the house and now they were screaming at each other above the din Montag found himself in the parlor door with food still in his mouth doesn't everyone look nice nice you look fine Millie fine everyone looks swell swell Montag stood watching them patients whispered Faber I shouldn't be here whispered Montag almost to himself I should be on my way back to you with the money tomorrow it's time enough careful isn't the show wonderful cried Mildred wonderful on one wall the woman smiled and drink orange juice simultaneously how does she do both though do both at once thought Montag insanely and the other wall is an x-ray of the same woman revealed the contracting journey of the refreshing beverage on its way down into or delighted stomach roughly the room took off on a rocket flight into the clouds and it plunged into a lime green sea where blue fish ate in red ate red and yellow fish a moment later three white cartoon clowns chopped off each other's limbs to the accompany and of immense incoming tides of laughter two minutes more in the room whipped out of town to the jet cars wildly circling an arena bashing and backing up and bashing each other again Montag saw a number of bodies fly into the air Melia did you see that I saw it I saw it Montag reached inside the parlor wall and pulled the main switch the images drained away is if the water had been left from a gigantic crystal bowl of hysterical fish the three woman turned slowly and looked with an unconcealed irritation and dislike it Montag when do you suppose the war will start he said I noticed your husband's aren't here tonight oh they come and go come and go said mrs. Phelps in again and out again Finnegan the army called Pete yesterday he'll be back next week the army said so quick war forty-eight hours they said and everyone's home that's what the army said quick war Pete was called yesterday and they said he'd come back next week quick the three women fitted and looked nervously at the empty mud colored walls I'm not worried said mrs. Phelps I'll let Pete do all the worrying she giggled I'll let old Pete do all the worrying not me I'm not worried it's always someone else's husband eyes they say I've heard that too I've never known any dead man killed in a war killed jumping off a building yes like Gloria's husband last week but from Wars no not from Wars said mrs. Phelps anyway Pete and I already said no tears nothing like that it's our third marriage each and we're independent be independent we always said he said if I get killed off you just go right ahead and don't cry but get married and again and don't think of me that reminds me said Mildred did you see that Clara dove five-minute romance last week on your wall well it was all about this woman who Montag said nothing but stood looking at the woman's faces as he had once looked at the face of saints in a strange church he had entered when he was a child the faces of those enameled creatures meant nothing to him though we talked to them and stood in that church for a long time trying to be that of religion trying to know what religion was trying to get enough of the raw incense and special dust of a place into his lungs and thus into his blood to feel touched and concerned by the meaning of the colorful men and women with a porcelain eyes and the bloody red ruby lips but there was nothing nothing there's a stroll through another store and its currency strange and unusable there and his passion cold even when he touched the wood and plaster and clay so is now in his own parlor with these women twisting in their chairs under his gaze lighting cigarettes blowing smoke touching their son fired hair and examining their bleeding fingernails as if they've caught fire from this look their faces grew haunted with silence they leaned forward the sound of Montague swallowing his final bite of food they listened for to his feverish breathing the three empty walls of the room were like the the pale brows of sleeping giants now empty of Dreams Montague felt that if you touch these three staring brows you would feel a fine solid sweat on your fingertips the preparation gathered with a silence and the sub-audible trembling around about it and in the women who are burning with tension any moment they might hiss a long sputtering hiss and explode Montague moved his lips let's talk the women jerked and stared how are your children mrs. Phelps he asked you know I haven't any no one in his right mind the good Lord knows would have children said mrs. Phelps not quite sure why she was I'm angry with this man I wouldn't say that said mrs. bells I've had two children by caesarean section no use going through all that agony for a baby the world just must reproduce you know the race must go on besides they sometimes look just like you and that's nice to see sections turn the trick yes sir oh my doctor says c-sections aren't necessary you've got the hips for it everything's normal but I insisted c-sections are not children are ruinous you're out of your mind said mrs. Phelps I plucked the children in school nine days out of ten I put up with them when they come home three days a month it's not bad at all you give them into the parlour turn on the switch it's like washing clothes stuff laundry and slam the lid mrs. bowels tittered they'd just as soon kick ma as that kick has kissed me thank God I can kick back the women showed their tongues laugh Mildred said a moment then seeing Montague was still in the doorway clapped her hands let's talk politics to please guy sounds fine said mrs. bells I voted last election same as everyone and I laid it on the line for the president noble I think he's one of the nicest looking men that ever became president no but the man they ran against him he wasn't much was he kind of small and homely and he didn't shave to close her comb his hair very well what possessed the outs to run him you don't just go running a little short like man like that against a tall man besides he mumbled half the time I couldn't hear the word he said in the words I did hear I didn't understand fat too and didn't dress to hide it no wonder the landslide was for Winston noble even their names helped compared Winston Noble to Herbert Hogue for ten seconds we can almost figure the results damn it cried Montag what do you know about Hogan Noble why they were right in that parlor wall not six months ago one was always picking his nose and drove me wild well mr. Montague said mrs. Phelps do you want us to vote for a man like that Mildred beamed you just run away from the door guy and don't make us nervous but Montague was gone and back in a moment with a book in his hand guy damn it all damn it all damn it what have you got there isn't that a book I thought that all special training these days is done by film mrs. Phelps blinked you're reading on a fireman trophy on fireman theory theory he'll sit Montague it's poetry Montague I whisper leave me alone Montague felt himself turning in great circling roar and buzz and hum Montague hold on don't did you hear them did you hear those monsters talking about monsters oh god the way they jabber about people and their own children and themselves and the way they talk about their husbands and the way they talk about war damn it I stand here and I can't believe it I didn't say a single word about any war I'll have you know stood mrs. Phelps as for poetry I hate it said mrs. bells have you heard any Montag favorites voice scraped away at him you'll ruin everything shut up you fool all three women were on their feet sit down they sat I'm going home quavered mrs. bells Montag Montag please in the name of God what are you up to pleaded favor why don't you just read us one of those poems from your little book mrs. Phelps nodded I think that'd be very interesting that's not right well mrs. bells we can't do that well look at mr. Montague he wants to I know he does and if we listen nice mr. Montague will be happy and then maybe we can go on and do something else she glanced nervously up the long emptiness in the walls and closing them my Monty I'd go through with this and I'll cut off I'll leave the beetle jabbed in his ear what's good in this what will it prove scare the hell out of them that's what we scare the living daylights out that's what scared the living daylights out Mildred looked at the empty air now guy just who were you talking to a Silver Needle pierced his brain Montague listen only one way out play it as a joke cover up pretend you aren't mad at all then walk into your wall incinerated and throw the book in Mildred had already anticipated this in a quavery voice ladies once a year every fireman is allowed to bring one book home from the old days to show his family how silly it all was how nervous that sort of thing can make you how crazy guys surprise tonight is to read one sample and show how mixed up things were so none of us will ever have to bother our little old heads about that track again isn't that right darling he crushed the book in his fist say yes his mouth moved like favors yes Mildred snatch the book of the left here read this one no I'll take it back here that's real funny when you read out loud today ladies you want to understand a word it goes up the empty humped go ahead guy that page dear he looked at the open page a fly's sitted started swinging softly on his ear read what's the title dear Dover Beach his mouth was numb now reading a nice clear voice and go slow the room was blazing hot he was all fire and he was coldness they lay in the middle of an empty desert with three chairs and him standing swing and him waiting for mrs. Phelps to stop straightening her dress hem and mrs. ballast to take her fingers away from her hair then he began to read and a low stumbling voice that grew firmers he progressed from line to line his voice went out across the desert into the whiteness and around the three sitting women where in the great hot emptiness this sea of faith the sea of faith was once - at a full and round earth shore lay like the folds of a bright girdle filled but now I only hear its melancholy long withdrawing roar retreated to the breath of the night wind down the vastest rear and naked shingles of the world your chairs creaked unto the three women Montague finished it out I love let us be true to one another for the world which seems to lie before us is like a land of dreams so various so beautiful so new half really neither joy nor love nor light nor certitude nor peace nor help for pain and we are here on drink on Darkling plain swept with confused arms of struggle and flight where ignorant armies clash by night mrs. phelps was crying the others in the middle of the desert watched her crime grow very loud and her face squeezed itself out of shape they sat not touching her but wildered with her display she sobbed uncontrollably Montague himself was stunned and shaken said Mildred you all right Clare now Clara snap out of it Clare what's wrong hey I saw mrs. Phelps I don't know I don't I don't know I just don't know Oh mrs. Bell or yeah mrs. Bell sit up and glared at Montague you see I knew it that's what I wanted to prove I know it would happen I've always said poetry and tears poetry and suicide and crying and awful feelings poetry and sickness all that mush now I've had it proved to me you're nasty mr. Montague you're nasty faber said now Montague felt himself turned and walked to the wall slot and dropped the book into the brass notch to the waiting flames silly words silly words soul or silly awful hurting words said mrs. bells what do people want to hurt people not enough hurt in the world got to tease people with stuff like that Clara now Clara begged Mildred pulling your arm come on let's be cheery you turn the family on now go ahead let's laugh and be happy now stop crying we'll have a party no said mrs. bells I'm trotting right straight home you want to visit my house and my family well and good but I won't come the fireman's crazy-house again in my lifetime go home Montag fix his eyes upon her quietly go home and think of your first husband divorce and your second one killed Magette and your third husband blowing his brains out go home and think of a dozen abortions you've had go home and think of that in your damn cesarean sections too and your children who hate your guts go home and think how it all happened and what did you ever do to stop it go home go home he yelled before I knock you down and kick you out the door doors slam in the house was empty Montag stood alone in the winter weather with the parlor walls in the color of dirty snow in the bathroom water ran he heard Mildred shake the sleeping tablets into her hand full Montag full full oh god you silly fool shut up he pulled the green bullet from his ear and jammed it into his pocket it's his old faintly fool fool he searched the house and found the books for Mildred had stacked them behind the refrigerator some were missing and he knew that she had started on her own the slow process of dispersing the diner dynamite in her house stick by stick but he was not angry now only exhaust didn't bewildered with himself he carried the books into the backyard and hid them in the bushes near the alley fence for tonight only he thought in case she decides to do any more burning he went back to the house Mildred he called it the door of the darkened bedroom there was no sound outside crossing the lawn on his way to work he tried not to see how completely dark and deserted Clearasil McClellan's house was on the way downtown he was so completely alone with his terrible error that he felt the necessity for strange warmness and goodness that came from a familiar and gentle voice speaking in the night already in a few short hours it seemed that he had known favor for a lifetime now we knew he was two people all he was above all and Montague knew nothing Oh Montague knew nothing who did not even himself know he was a fool but all he suspected it and he knew that he was also the old man who talked to him and talked to him as a train was sucked from one end of the night city to the other on one long sickening gasp of motion in the days to follow and in the nights when there was no moon in the city nights when there was very bright moon shining on the earth the old man would go on with his talking in his talkin dropped by stone by stone flake by flake his mind would go over look go well over to the last and he would not be Montague anymore this old man told him assured him promised him he would be Montague plus favor fire plus water and then one day after everything in mixed and simmered and worked away in silence there being neither fire nor water but wine out of two separate and opposite things a third and one day he would look back on the fool and know the fool even now he could start you could feel the start of a long journey and leave taking and going away from the self he had been it was good listening to the beetle hum the sleepy mosquito buzz and delicate filigree murmur and the old man's voice at first scolding him and then consoling him in the late hour of the night as he emerged from the steaming subway towards the firehouse world pity Montague pity don't haggle and nag him you were so recently of them yourself you were so confident that they will run on forever but they won't run on they don't know that this is all of a huge big blazing meteor that makes a pretty fire in space but that's some day it may have to hit they only see the blaze and they're pretty fires you saw it Montague old men who stay at home afraid tending to their peanut brittle bones have no right to criticize yet you almost killed things at the start watch it I'm with you remember that I understand now how it happened I must admit the air blind rage and vigor rated me God how young I felt but now now I want to feel old I want a little of my courage cowardice to be still to new tonight the next few hours when we see captain Beatty tiptoe around him let me hear him for you let me feel the situation now survival is our ticket forget that poor silly woman I made them unhappier than they've been in years I think Sid Montague it shocked me to see mrs. Phelps cry maybe they're right maybe it's best not to face things to run to have fun I don't know I feel guilty no you mustn't if there was no war if there was peace in the world I'd say fine have fun but Montague you mustn't go back to being just a fireman all isn't well with the world Montague perspired Montague you listening my feats and Montague I can't move them I feel so damn silly my feet won't move listen easy now so the old man gently I know I know you're afraid of making mistakes don't be mistake be profited by ma'am when I was younger I shoved my ignorance in people's faces they beat me with sticks by the time I was 40 my blunt instrument had been honed to a fine cutting point for me if you hide your ignorance no one will hit you and you'll never learn now pick up your feet in the fire house with you we're twins we're not alone anymore we're not separate out in different parlors with no contact between if you need help when bdprice of you I'll be sitting right here in your eardrum making notes Montag felt his right foot then his left foot move old man he said stay with me mechanical hound was gone his kennel was empty in the firehouse stood all about and plaster silence and orange salamander kept with its kerosene in this belly and the fire throwers cause crossed upon its flanks and Montag came in through the silence and touched the brass pole and slid up in the dark air clicking back at the deserted kennel his heart beating pausing beating Faber was a gray moth asleep in his ear for the moment bebe stood near the drop hole waiting but with his black back turned as if you were not waiting well he said to the men playing cars here comes a very strange beast which in all tongues is called a fool he put his hand to one side palm up for a gift Montag put the book in it without even glancing at the title BD tossed the book into the trash basket and lit a cigarette who are little wise the best fools be welcome back Montag I hope you'll be staying with us now that your fever is done and your sickness over sit in for a hand of Poker they sat and the cards were dealt BB's sight Montag felt for the guilt of his hands his fingers were like ferrets that done some evil and now never rested always stirred and picked in hidden pockets moving from under bb's alcohol flame stare if be T so much as breathed on him Montag felt his hands might whither turn over on their sides and never be shocked to life again they'll be buried in the rest of his life and his coat sleeves forgotten for these were the hands that had acted on their own no part of him here was where the con conscience first manifested itself to snatch book start off with a job and job and Ruth and Willie Shakespeare and now in the firehouse these hands seem gloved with blood twice in half an hour Montag had to rise from the game to go to the latrine to wash his hands when it came back he hid his hands under the table he laughed let's have your hands inside Montag not that we don't trust you understand but they all laughed well said bTW the crisis has passed and all is well sheep returns to the fold we're all sheep was straight at times truth is truth to the end of the reckoning we've cried they're never alone in those that our company with the noble thoughts we've shouted to ourselves sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge Sir Philip kidney Sydney said but on the other hand we're two like leaves and where they most abound much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found Alexander Pope what do you think of that Montague I don't know careful whispered Faber living out in the other world far away or this a little learning is a dangerous thing drink deep or taste not the period spring they are shallow droughts intoxicate the brain and drinking largely Sobers us again Pope same essay where does that put you Montag bit his lip I'll tell you said Biddy smiling at his cards that made you for a little while a drunkard read a few lines off you go over a cliff bang you're ready to blow over the world chop off heads knocked down women and children destroy authority I know I've been through it all I'm all right said Montague nervously stop blushing I'm not needling really I'm not do you know I had a dream about an hour ago I laid down for a cat napping in the stream you and I Montague got into the furious debate on books you towered with rage yelled quotes at me I calmly parried every thrust power I said and you quoting dr. Johnson said knowledge is more equivalent to force and I said well dr. Johnson also said dear boy that he has no wise man and will quit for a certainty for an uncertainty quit a certainty for an uncertainty stick with a fireman Montague all else is dreary chaos don't listen whispered Faber he's trying to confuse he's slippery watch out BB chuckled and you said quoting truth will come to light murderer will not be hid long and I cried in good humor oh god he speaks only of his horse and the devil can cite scripture of his purpose and you yelled this age thinks better of gilded fool than a threadbare scene wisdom school and I was for gently the dignity of truth is lost with much protesting and you screamed carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer and I said patting your hand what do I give you trench mouth and you shrieked knowledge is power and a dwarf on giant salt shoulders he's the furthest of the two and I summon my side up with this rare serenity and the folly of mistaking a metaphor for a proof of torn of verbiage for a spring of capital truths and oneself an Oracle is unborn in us mr. Valerie once said Montag's head whirled sickeningly he felt beaten unmercifully on brow eyes nose lips chin on shoulders and up flailing arms he wanted to yell no shut up you're confusing things stop it be these graceful fingers thrust out to seize his wrist god what a pulse I've got you going have an i Montague Jesus God your pulse sounds like the day after the war everything but sirens and bells shall I talk some more I like your look of panic so I Healy Indian English Lit I speak them all a kind of excellent dumb discourse Willie Montague hold on the moth brushed Montag's ear he's muddying the waters I'm gonna point out that I have no idea what's going on just so you guys if you're feeling that way then let's hope the review is more clear when I do that oh you were scared silly said bb4 I was doing a terrible thing and using the very books you clung to to rebuke you on every on every hand and every point what traitors books can be pick you up and they turn on you others can use them too there you are lost in the middle of the moor and such great welter of nouns verbs and adjectives and at the very end of my dream along I came with a salamander and said going my way and you got in and we drove back to the firehouse and beatific silence might win all dwindled away to peace Leedy let Montag's wrists go lift the hand slumped limply on the table all as well that is well in the end silence Montague sat like a carved white stone the echo of the final hammer on his skull died slowly away at the back of the cavern were fought Faber waited for the echoes to subside and then when the startled dust that settled down about Montag's mine favor begins softly alright he had this say you must take it in I'll say my say to you in the next few hours and you'll take it in and he'll try and judge them and make your decision as to which way to jump or fall but I wanted it to be your decision not mine and not the captain's but remember that the captain belongs to the most dangerous enemy to truth and freedom the solid unmoving cattle of the majority oh god the terrible tyranny of the majority we all have our harps to play and it's up to you now to know which one near earier listen let's see where we say montague open his mouth to answer favor and was saved this air and the presence of others will be the station bell rang the alarm voice in the ceiling chanted there was attacking tacking sound as the alarm report telephone typed out the address across the room BB captain BBS poker cards in one pink and walked with exaggerated slowness to the phone and ripped out the yeah ripped up the address when the report was finished he glanced her funk to orally at it and shoved it back into his pocket he came back and sat down the others looked at him it can wait exactly for two seconds while I take all the money away from you said BB happily Montague put his cards down tired Montag going out of the game yes hold on well come to think of it we can finish his hand later just leave your cards facedown and hustle the equipment on the double now and BT rose up again Montag you don't look where well I'd hate to think you were coming down with another fever I'll be all right you'll be fine this is a special case come on jump for it whoever it is own place or favors oh boy they left in the air and clutch the brass poles if it were the last vantage point above a tidal wave passing below and then the brass pole their dismay slid them down to the darkness into the blast and coffins suction of gaseous dragon roaring to life hey they rounded a corner and thunder and siren with conscious with concussions of tires with screams of rubber with a shift of kerosene bulk in the glittering brass tank like the food and stomach of a giant with Montag's fingers jolting off the steel silver rail swinging into cold space when the wind tearing his hair back from his head with the wind whistling in his teeth and him all the while thinking of the woman the chat woman in the parlor tonight with the Colonel's blown out from under them by the neon wind and the silly damned reading of the book to them how like trying to put out fires with water pistols how senseless and insane one rage turned in for another one anger displacing another when would he stop being entirely mad and be quiet be very quiet indeed here we go Montag looked up beating never drove but he was driving tonight slamming a salamander around corners leaning forward high on the drivers throne his massive black slicker flapping behind out so he could keep oh so he seems like a great bat flying above the engine over the brass number is taking the full wind here we go to keep the world happy Montag beady pink phosphorescent cheeks glimmered in the high darkness as he was smiling furiously here we are the salamander boomed to a halt throwing men off and slips and clumsy hops Montag stood fixing his rise into the cold bright rail and his clenched fingers I can't do it he thought how can I go with this new assignment how can I go on burning things I can't go in this place beating smelling of the wind through which he had rushed was Montag's elbow all right Montag the men like cripples and they're clumsy boots as quickly as spiders other men ran like cripples at last Montag raised his eyes and turned Btu was watching his face something the matter Montag why said Montag slowly we've stopped in front of my house as I predicted and that's the end of that chapter there now a lot of that was hella confusing but the good thing is I don't think we need to know too much about it so where are we sitting basically Montag goes to favorites house we've already covered that in the first part of that chapter he goes to favors house and he talks to him for a while and Faber is like all right you can go after they've basically decided maybe we should take down a fireman and so if it was like I almost let you go but hold on and so he goes to the other room and he pulls out an earpiece and he puts it in Montag's ear and then he puts one in his own ear and he's like this way we can communicate with each other and the way this book was originally written by ray bradbury I don't think earpieces were a thing but it's pretty funny and so he doesn't more depth about like how they work then we wouldn't necessarily need in the 21st century this book was written before most technology that exists right now and so basically he explains how earpieces where can we all know how they work so basically they just this specific earpiece listens to whatever Montague hears and it can also speak directly into his ear so it would be like as if Faber was in the room with him but could only talk to Montague and so Montague goes out into the world and you like my little batteries in their house so Montague goes out into the world and he wanders around and he spends his time listening to Faber talking and he goes home and so favours talking to him he says oh I'll read you - I read you to sleep at night I'll read you the Bible or whatever and you know it sometimes it's 6:00 and the people's head when they're read to other sleeping so I'll read then - I only sleep five hours a night to me that sounds incredibly creepy but I guess when the book was written things were less creepy it was a different time I don't know so anyways Montague goes home and he runs into his wife who has friends come over and the friends come over and they're all chatting it up and being really annoying and Montag's like we should talk about politics you can tell he's a really fun guy and they're all like we don't want to talk about politics politics are dumb and he's like yeah but I'm gonna stare you until you acknowledge my existence and do what I want to do and so eventually they're like yeah we kind of want to do what you do because we don't like being stared at cuz it's super awkward and so he's standing there and he talks to him and he says so what do you think about or how your kids and one of the women is like well I don't have kids I don't think anyone should have kids and another woman's like well having kids isn't a big deal you basically don't even have to have kids I want you have kids you just put them in school nine out of ten days and then you only see them like three times a month and when you do have them you just put them in front of the TV and then you never have to worry about them at all and so Montague is getting like kind of upset with them because it's like well clearly you don't know how to like raise kids and like you know way so they talk about that kind of stuff and they kept referring it to as a caesarean section but we call it a c-section in today time so worried about that c-section is when instead of giving birth the natural way out of the the bottom of your body you just cut open the stomach and pull the baby out without having to like I'm not gonna explain how childbirth works to you it's very complicated it's actually not complicated it's just incredibly gross and so anyways they start sort of talking about politics and you doesn't agree with their opinions and he's like all right you guys let me specifically say there were two candidates put up against each other and as be be stated people didn't like and having actual choices and so what the government's been doing that looks like I'm choking myself with a shadow anyways so what a CD said was that the government doesn't give you a choice it gives you one terrible choice and one good-looking choice and people always pick the good-looking choice you can't even really hear what the other candidates saying it's like so I don't know how everyone remember what the other candidates name but one was noble and then the others candidates name was something stupid and like every people always voted for noble and they're like it seems like it was even set up this way and like it was obviously set up this way so that you would just vote for one candidate some people don't have to worry about choices they just they always get the easy option out so they never have to worry about anything and so they are talking about the war starting and something about troops being taken up and one of the women says my husband got drafted back into the military I think two of them actually have husbands that went into the military like they worked for the army and they don't typically gone for long and the military said oh he's only gonna be gone for like two days it's gonna be a really short war only 48 hours and the other ones like yeah it was gonna be a really short war to me too it seems like we never know anyone that dies at war it's always just like we never know anyone that dies at war it's just people people other people's friends we only know people who die of suicide and things like that no one ever dies at war and so it's like and so like one of them is clearly like being waited on by like the bad things that have happened in her life how she's had a lot of abortions how she's had a family or her she's had she's on a third husband one of them committed suicide the other one died in like a car accident and so Montag's like i need to set you guys straight let me get something real quick and he comes back with a book and they're like what's that is that a book is that a fireman book is that why you have a book means like this is not a fireman's book and Faber's been in his ear this whole times like hey can you shut the hell up like you can't be showing people books like you're ruining our whole thing we're supposed to be taking down like the whole institution of America that's currently standing and here you are like immediately revealing that you have a book like you're gonna be it's gonna be the worst thing ever and so Montag is like no no no I'll just read from this book and everybody's like stop and his wife's like hey this is a joke right firemen are allowed to bring home a book once a year right and he's like mmm in favors like say yes in Montag's like yes we're allowed to bring home books once a year and his wife's like just so we can so you can show other people how silly it is right and he's like yeah the whole point is to make people realize how silly books were and how unnecessary they were and then his wife walks her ones like here just read this poem right here just read this read this poem and she points to a certain poem and it's this poem right here and it's something about kinda hard to tell but poetry really touches mrs. Phelps specifically and she starts feeling how like the poetry kind of touched her in a way that made her like feel sad she felt like she was being and that get through this through lines around the sadness in her life and it made her feel sad personally I didn't like the poem and so I can't comment on the poem specifically but long story short mrs. Phelps really with felt emotional ties to it and got really sad and his wife was like look what you did look what you made mrs. Phelps feels she feels sad Montag's like she deserves to feel sad she's had a lot of sad things happen in her life and it's all her fault because she never does anything about it and she's like oh I'm sad and then everybody leaves and so Montag's like well that could have gone better and he hides some books cuz his wife had already hidden some of them sorry some of the books that he had out and so he finds some of the books he realizes actually already started burning these books so he hid the books outside in a bush and then he yeah he had the books outside in the bush and then he left basically he picked up another book so that he could show it to Captain BD and then he goes to work and so he goes to work and he shows up at work and he like is talking a favor along the way and he stops and like man I can't do this I can't even film it I can't even move I'm too frightened and favorites like it's not a big deal everything's fine you won't like you'll be fine you the only way that you can succeed in life is you get knocked down a bunch of times and the more times you get up the stronger you come back up and so Montag is like okay and so he goes into the fire house and the dog isn't there the hound and so he goes up the fire pole and be be standing there waiting for him but kind of turned away so he acts like he's not winning for him and Bibi is like all right give me the book and so he gives him the book he's like now you look like an idiot go out go go ahead and play the poker game like thank god you're done with the book and so Montag sits down with a poker table they play for a while and then my Montag is put under the the the magnifying glass by BD and he he's basically this is a really confusing chapter I don't like it all how the books written but anyways BD kind of just like makes him feel guilty and tries to change his mind about things by quote unquote muddying the waters as it says right here just saying the world's really complicated and being a fireman is the only choice and Montag's like in favor in his head is like be calm everything's fine and then Beatty grabs his wrist things like you don't feel calm your heart's beating really fast isn't that right and so Montag's like uh and then all of a sudden the bell ring is now like we have a special case for you Montag we have a house to burn and Montag's like okay well at least that awkward situation was interrupted and in his head favorites like hey we're gonna see here I guess favorites like hey it's gonna be okay think about the things you said think about the things I'm gonna say and then make your own decision about the future although in my head I'm thinking hey I thought he already made his decision by talking to favor in the first place I don't know why Beatty would confuse him in any way doesn't really make sense I don't think not a huge fan of Ray Bradbury's writing I'll be honest doesn't matter so anyways they get on there their fire a fire truck their salamander is it's called it's got kerosene in it and that's they're describing how the kerosene sloshes around like it within the belly of a monster a salamander monster and so they drive up and the driving all around and miss captain Beatty usually doesn't drive but he's driving this time he's like around corners and stuff having a lot of fun and he looks like a big old bat with this fireproof jacket flapping in the wind and all of a sudden they pull up to a house and Beatty is like we're here and he like the walks Montag up to the house nice like look and he's looking at Montague to see what kind of reaction Montague is gonna have and Montague is like because it's Montag's house as I predicted in the book obviously because I'm so smart with this huge brain of mine anyway so they're Montag's house and that's actually the end of chapter 2 I thought chapter 2 extended way further but I guess I just missed it there are probably three or four chapters I don't actually know so thanks for joining me guys it was cool to hang out and I'll see ya in the next chapter goodbye [Music]

Channel: Micah Reads

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Keywords: fahrenheit, michael b jordan, michael, jordan, read, reading, book, farenheit, 451, four, five, one, fun, out loud, audible, audiobook

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Length: 42min 25sec (2545 seconds)

Published: Sun May 06 2018