1 It would give him an extra margin of safety if he washed up and combed his hair before he went on his way to get where.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 2 They and their charcoal hair and soot-colored brows and bluish-ash-smeared cheeks where they had shaven close; but their heritage showed.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 3 There was white in the flesh of his mouth and his cheeks and his hair was white and his eyes had faded, with white in the vague blueness there.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 4 The breath coming out the nostrils was so faint it stirred only the furthest fringes of life, a small leaf, a black feather, a single fiber of hair.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 5 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.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 6 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 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 7 He would lie back and look out the loft window, very late in the night and see the lights go out in the farmhouse itself, until a very young and beautiful woman would sit in an unlit window, braiding her hair.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 8 So it was now, in his own parlor, with these women twisting in their chairs under his gaze, lighting cigarettes, blowing smoke, touching their sun-fired hair and examining their blazing fingernails as if they had caught fire from his look.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 9 The room was blazing hot, he was all fire, he was all coldness; they sat in the middle of an empty desert with three chairs and him standing, swaying, and him waiting for Mrs. Phelps to stop straightening her dress hem and Mrs. Bowles to take her fingers away from her hair.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 10 He felt her there, he saw her without opening his eyes, her hair burnt by chemicals to a brittle straw, her eyes with a kind of cataract unseen but suspect far behind the pupils, the reddened pouting lips, the body as thin as a praying mantis from dieting, and her flesh like white bacon.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander