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Fahrenheit 451By Ray Bradbury Context In PART 3: Burning Bright
2 Faber poured two glasses of whiskey.
Fahrenheit 451By Ray Bradbury Context In PART 3: Burning Bright
3 They could not touch through the glass.
Fahrenheit 451By Ray Bradbury Context In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander
4 You'd find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion.
Fahrenheit 451By Ray Bradbury Context In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand
5 A cool glass of fresh milk, and a few apples and pears laid at the foot of the steps.
Fahrenheit 451By Ray Bradbury Context In PART 3: Burning Bright
6 There was a crash like the falling parts of a dream fashioned out of warped glass, mirrors, and crystal prisms.
Fahrenheit 451By Ray Bradbury Context In PART 3: Burning Bright
7 Empty the theaters save for clowns and furnish the rooms with glass walls and pretty colors running up and down the walls like confetti or blood or sherry or sauterne.
Fahrenheit 451By Ray Bradbury Context In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander
8 Light flickered on bits of ruby glass and on sensitive capillary hairs in the nylonbrushed nostrils of the creature that quivered gently, gently, its eight legs spidered under it on rubber-padded paws.
Fahrenheit 451By Ray Bradbury Context In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander
9 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.
Fahrenheit 451By Ray Bradbury Context In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander
10 Montag stood looking in now at this queer house, made strange by the hour of the night, by murmuring neighbor voices, by littered glass, and there on the floor, their covers torn off and spilled out like swan feathers, the incredible books that looked so silly and really not worth bothering with, for these were nothing but black type and yellowed paper and raveled binding.
Fahrenheit 451By Ray Bradbury Context In PART 3: Burning Bright