Fahrenheit 451: A Short Story

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It had been a long time since Montag had been near the old society that once had life. He had been around the country, helping groups of citizens. He had found himself traveling back with a particular group of people that had asked to see the lost society. He had never thought of going back, so he had pondered the question a while, with a blank stare, and then answered with, “Yes.” They had been climbing across the river when Montag had stopped. The group stopped with him, looking very confused, as to not knowing the horror Montag had been put through on that day. “Why have we stopped?” one man had asked. “I don’t know.” Montag had replied with only a breathe in his word. After a minute or two, they had kept on moving. After an hour or two, they had came upon a railroad track, or what was left of one. Clarisse! Montag had thought. Clarisse… has been here. He did not know why a sudden thought came to him, but it was a good thought to ponder. He then turned …show more content…

But no sound came out of Faber’s mouth. He dug his eyes into his knees, and stayed that way for a couple minutes. Looking back up, came a new figure. “Beatty.” Montag whispered. Montag stared, with no words. I did nothing wrong, he thought. I did nothing wrong! You had deserved it, betraying mankind and their freedom of speech! “No I had not, Montag.” the figure spoke. Montag stood up, looking at Captain Beatty. “What?” He muttered. “I had not betrayed mankind Montag, I helped it.” He had said this with no emotion. “You did nothing wrong, nor did I.” He stated. “What do you mean you did nothing wrong. You tried to burn books!” Montag shouted, glaring at him. “I burned books, because the books were the ones suffering, not the people.” “What do you mean?” Montag asked. “The books were the ones being used by the evil demons that lingered in the darkest depths of the people’s souls.” Beatty had said, with no emotions

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