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Summary Of Fahrenheit 451

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It was a red-stained brick house. An old house with steps in the front, a door on the side, and a rather large white window in the front of the house. Some days, you can hear pieces of Bach, Chopin, Mozart, and Beethoven playing softly.
Inside the house, it was quite empty. Pure white walls, dark-stained wood flooring, and black furniture. The staircases were wooden and well worn, complementing the intricacies of the shade around the house. Two men walk into the house.
One of the men was Guy Montag, who nearly a year ago was a fugitive. He had the ironic occupation of being a fireman that led to his demise. A mixture of guilt, grief, and disgust led him to become a "rebel", and under the forcible guiding of his conscience and Granger, …show more content…

She rushes towards him,“Faber! Are you okay?” Montag looks over at the old man, who has helped him greatly in the past. It was his turn to help him. Montag jerks away from Clarisse, walking Faber inside the small sanctuary. He casts a small glance behind him to Clarisse standing like a statue. “Come on, little girl.” She looks at him with a smirk, running towards him. Montag gives her a surprised look, just a minute ago she was all hesitant.
“I’m not a little girl Montag, I’m 18,” she says seriously.
Montag casts her a small smile, looking towards Faber, and begins to walk faster. Soon, they arrive at the infirmary, only to see Granger. Granger gives the two newcomers a strange look.
“Who are they?”
“This is Clarisse and Faber, I knew them before the bombing.”
L l l l Montag lays Faber down on a makeshift hospital bed and starts tending to his wounds. Clarisse sat down on a chair next to the bed, peering over at Montag, Faber, and Granger, occasionally. Eventually, Montag finished patching Faber up. He looked like a half-wrapped mummy. White bandages trail up his fragile, old arms and his torso. Faber slowly falls asleep on the bed, a small book falling out of his jacket pocket, the Holy Bible. “Same Faber as always,” muttered Montag, glancing towards Clarisse, who sat there staring into space. “You’re still here?” Montag looks at her.
“Yeah.” She sits there, fiddling with the corners of her white dress.

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