1 The brush of a death's-head moth against a cold black screen.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 2 The room was cold but nonetheless he felt he could not breathe.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 3 He balanced in space with the book in his sweating cold fingers.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 4 He stumbled toward the bed and shoved the book clumsily under the cold pillow.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 5 The voice clock mourned out the cold hour of a cold morning of a still colder year.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 6 It was like coming into the cold marbled room of a mausoleum after the moon has set.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 7 Montag stood fixing his raw eyes to the cold bright rail under his clenched fingers.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 8 Montag did not move, but stood looking into the cold whiteness of the wall immediately before him.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 9 They read the long afternoon through, while the cold November rain fell from the sky upon the quiet house.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 10 And, again, he saw himself in a green park talking to an old man, a very old man, and the wind from the park was cold, too.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 11 So, with the feeling of a man who will die in the next hour for lack of air, he felt his way toward his open, separate, and therefore cold bed.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 12 Montag sat on the cold fender of the Dragon, moving his head half an inch to the left, half an inch to the right, left, right, left, right, left.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 13 His wife stretched on the bed, uncovered and cold, like a body displayed on the lid of a tomb, her eyes fixed to the ceiling by invisible threads of steel, immovable.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 14 He searched his pockets, the money was there, and in his other pocket he found the usual Seashell upon which the city was talking to itself in the cold black morning.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 15 He could feel the Hound, like autumn, come cold and dry and swift, like a wind that didn't stir grass, that didn't jar windows or disturb leaf shadows on the white sidewalks as it passed.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 16 But there was nothing, nothing; it was a stroll through another store, and his currency strange and unusable there, and his passion cold, even when he touched the wood and plaster and clay.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 17 Then he stood in the cold night air, waiting, and at a distance he heard the fire sirens start up and run, and the Salamanders coming, coming to burn Mr. Black's house while he was away at work, to make his wife stand shivering in the morning air while the roof let go and dropped in upon the fire, But now, she was still asleep.
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