Fahrenheit 451
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Books.
Guy Montag didn’t know that.
Didn’t know that thousands would read.
Read about him.
He just ran.
As delicate as a snowflakeWith a look of pale surprise,With dark eyes from which No image can escape,Trying everything onceAnd sometimes even twice,People call her anti-social Though she’s only quite afraid,“Goodbye, Mr.
With his ash-black helmetNumbered 451,His infinite perfume of keroseneWill never go away,As once he loved to burn And now he realized potentialIn the pigeons he once ignited,As a small girl reminded him Of true human nature,Behind every book Is a
With his ash-black helmetNumbered 451,His infinite perfume of keroseneWill never go away,As once he loved to burn And now he realized potentialIn the pigeons he once ignited,As a small girl reminded him Of true human nature,Behind every book Is a
