Like I said
in my first blog about Ray Bradbury being extremely descriptive in Fahrenheit
451, I am going to write this blog about that.
I found a couple of passages that are just so descriptive that it
actually paints a picture in my mind. In
these quotes, you actually have to pick it apart to understand it because he
uses such descriptive words.
“With the
brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous
kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the
hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and
burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history” (Bradbury
3). This is on the first page of the
novel and it was the first time I realized that Ray was such a descriptive
author. This quote is talking about the
nozzle of the flamethrower spitting out kerosene to start the fire that would
destroy all the books in its path.
“Light
flickered on bits of ruby glass and on sensitive capillary hairs in the
nylon-brushed nostrils of the creature that quivered gently, its eight legs
spidered under it on rubber padded paws” (Bradbury 24). I was especially intrigued by this line in
Fahrenheit 451. Bradbury was describing
the “Mechanical hound” in the firehouse.
When I first read “Mechanical hound” I was expecting it to be a dog because
that is usually what firehouse hounds are.
The hound in this novel is a robotic spider I believe.
The last
quote I chose was this one. “Her face
was like a snow-covered island upon which rain might fall, but it felt no rain;
over which clouds might pass their moving shadows, but she felt no shadow.
There was only the singing of the thimble-wasps in her tamped-shut ears, and
her eyes all glass, and breath going in and out, softly, faintly, in and out
her nostrils, and her not caring whether it came or went, went or came”
(Bradbury 13). This is about Guy Montag’s
wife, Mildred or Millie. She is lying in
bed after she emptied a whole bottle of sleeping pills. I believe that this line is showing how out
of touch she is with reality. Mildred is
in her own world.
Bradbury, Ray. Fahrenheit 451. New York : Del
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