1 He stared at the Hound, not knowing what it was.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 2 Montag stared back at the city, far down the river, only a faint glow now.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 3 They turned to the stare at the door and the books toppled everywhere, everywhere in heaps.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 4 Montag felt that if you touched these three staring brows, you would feel a fine salt sweat on your fingertips.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 5 He stared at the parlor that was dead and gray as the waters of an ocean that might teem with life if they switched on the electronic sun.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 6 His fingers were like ferrets that had done some evil and now never rested, always stirred and picked and hid in pockets, moving from under Beatty's alcohol-flame stare.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 7 Montag and Beatty stared, one with dry satisfaction, the other with disbelief, at the house before them, this main ring in which torches would be juggled and fire eaten.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 8 There was a tiny dance of melody in the air, her Seashell was tamped in her ear again and she was listening to far people in far places, her eyes wide and staring at the fathoms of blackness above her in the ceiling.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 9 And then he shut up, for he remembered last week and the two white stones staring up at the ceiling and the pumpsnake with the probing eye and the two soap-faced men with the cigarettes moving in their mouths when they talked.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander