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.I have something I want you to see, something I've put away and hid duringthe past year, now and again, once in a while, I didn't know why, but I did it and Inever told you."He took hold of a straight?backed chair and moved it slowly and steadily into the hallnear the front door and climbed up on it and stood for a moment like a statue on apedestal, his wife standing under him, waiting.Then he reached up and pulled backthe grille of the air?conditioning system and reached far back inside to the right andmoved still another sliding sheet of metal and took out a book.Without looking at ithe dropped it to the floor.He put his hand back up and took out two books andmoved his hand down and dropped the two books to the floor.He kept moving hishand and dropping books, small ones, fairly large ones, yellow, red, green ones.When he was done he looked down upon some twenty books lying at his wife's feet."I'm sorry," he said."I didn't really think.But now it looks as if we're in this together."Mildred backed away as if she were suddenly confronted by a pack of mice that hadcome up out of the floor.He could hear her breathing rapidly and her face was paledout and her eyes were fastened wide.She said his name over, twice, three times.Then moaning, she ran forward, seized a book and ran toward the kitchenincinerator.He caught her, shrieking.He held her and she tried to fight away from him,scratching."No, Millie, no! Wait! Stop it, will you? You don't know.stop it!" He slapped herface, he grabbed her again and shook her.She said his name and began to cry."Millie! "' he said."Listen.Give me a second, will you? We can't do anything.Wecan't burn these.I want to look at them, at least look at them once.Then if what theCaptain says is true, we'll burn them together, believe me, we'll burn them together.You must help me." He looked down into her face and took hold of her chin and heldher firmly.He was looking not only at her, but for himself and what he must do, in herface."Whether we like this or not, we're in it.I've never asked for much from you inall these years, but I ask it now, I plead for it.We've got to start somewhere here,figuring out why we're in such a mess, you and the medicine at night, and the car,and me and my work.We're heading right for the cliff, Millie.God, I don't want to goover.This isn't going to be easy.We haven't anything to go on, but maybe we canpiece it out and figure it and help each other.I need you so much right now, I can'ttell you.If you love me at all you'll put up with this, twenty?four, forty?eight hours,that's all I ask, then it'll be over.I promise, I swear! And if there is something here,just one little thing out of a whole mess of things, maybe we can pass it on tosomeone else."She wasn't fighting any more, so he let her go.She sagged away from him and sliddown the wall, and sat on the floor looking at the books.Her foot touched one andshe saw this and pulled her foot away. "That woman, the other night, Millie, you weren't there.You didn't see her face.AndClarisse.You never talked to her.I talked to her.And men like Beatty are afraid ofher.I can't understand it.Why should they be so afraid of someone like her? But Ikept putting her alongside the firemen in the house last night, and I suddenly realizedI didn't like them at all, and I didn't like myself at all any more.And I thought maybe itwould be best if the firemen themselves were burnt.""Guy! "The front door voice called softly:"Mrs.Montag, Mrs.Montag, someone here, someone here, Mrs.Montag, Mrs.Montag, someone here."Softly.They turned to stare at the door and the books toppled everywhere, everywhere inheaps."Beatty!" said Mildred."It can't be him.""He's come back!" she whispered.The front door voice called again softly."Someone here.""We won't answer." Montag lay back against the wall and then slowly sank to acrouching position and began to nudge the books, bewilderedly, with his thumb, hisforefinger.He was shivering and he wanted above all to shove the books up throughthe ventilator again, but he knew he could not face Beatty again.He crouched andthen he sat and the voice of the front door spoke again, more insistently.Montagpicked a single small volume from the floor."Where do we begin?" He opened thebook half?way and peered at it."We begin by beginning, I guess.""He'll come in," said Mildred, "and burn us and the books!"The front door voice faded at last.There was a silence.Montag felt the presence ofsomeone beyond the door, waiting, listening.Then the footsteps going away downthe walk and over the lawn."Let's see what this is," said Montag.He spoke the words haltingly and with a terrible selfconsciousness.He read a dozenpages here and there and came at last to this:" `It is computed that eleven thousand persons have at several times suffered deathrather than submit to break eggs at the smaller end."'Mildred sat across the hall from him."What does it mean? It doesn't mean anything!The Captain was right! ""Here now," said Montag."We'll start over again, at the beginning."PART IITHE SIEVE AND THE SANDTHEY read the long afternoon through, while the cold November rain fell from the skyupon the quiet house.They sat in the hall because the parlour was so empty andgrey-looking without its walls lit with orange and yellow confetti and sky-rockets andwomen in gold-mesh dresses and men in black velvet pulling one-hundred-poundrabbits from silver hats.The parlour was dead and Mildred kept peering in at it with ablank expression as Montag paced the floor and came back and squatted down andread a page as many as ten times, aloud." `We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed.As in filling a vesseldrop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over, so in a series ofkindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run over.'" Montag sat listening to the rain."Is that what it was in the girl next door? I've tried so hard to figure.""She's dead.Let's talk about someone alive, for goodness' sake."Montag did not look back at his wife as he went trembling along the hall to thekitchen, where he stood a long [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I have something I want you to see, something I've put away and hid duringthe past year, now and again, once in a while, I didn't know why, but I did it and Inever told you."He took hold of a straight?backed chair and moved it slowly and steadily into the hallnear the front door and climbed up on it and stood for a moment like a statue on apedestal, his wife standing under him, waiting.Then he reached up and pulled backthe grille of the air?conditioning system and reached far back inside to the right andmoved still another sliding sheet of metal and took out a book.Without looking at ithe dropped it to the floor.He put his hand back up and took out two books andmoved his hand down and dropped the two books to the floor.He kept moving hishand and dropping books, small ones, fairly large ones, yellow, red, green ones.When he was done he looked down upon some twenty books lying at his wife's feet."I'm sorry," he said."I didn't really think.But now it looks as if we're in this together."Mildred backed away as if she were suddenly confronted by a pack of mice that hadcome up out of the floor.He could hear her breathing rapidly and her face was paledout and her eyes were fastened wide.She said his name over, twice, three times.Then moaning, she ran forward, seized a book and ran toward the kitchenincinerator.He caught her, shrieking.He held her and she tried to fight away from him,scratching."No, Millie, no! Wait! Stop it, will you? You don't know.stop it!" He slapped herface, he grabbed her again and shook her.She said his name and began to cry."Millie! "' he said."Listen.Give me a second, will you? We can't do anything.Wecan't burn these.I want to look at them, at least look at them once.Then if what theCaptain says is true, we'll burn them together, believe me, we'll burn them together.You must help me." He looked down into her face and took hold of her chin and heldher firmly.He was looking not only at her, but for himself and what he must do, in herface."Whether we like this or not, we're in it.I've never asked for much from you inall these years, but I ask it now, I plead for it.We've got to start somewhere here,figuring out why we're in such a mess, you and the medicine at night, and the car,and me and my work.We're heading right for the cliff, Millie.God, I don't want to goover.This isn't going to be easy.We haven't anything to go on, but maybe we canpiece it out and figure it and help each other.I need you so much right now, I can'ttell you.If you love me at all you'll put up with this, twenty?four, forty?eight hours,that's all I ask, then it'll be over.I promise, I swear! And if there is something here,just one little thing out of a whole mess of things, maybe we can pass it on tosomeone else."She wasn't fighting any more, so he let her go.She sagged away from him and sliddown the wall, and sat on the floor looking at the books.Her foot touched one andshe saw this and pulled her foot away. "That woman, the other night, Millie, you weren't there.You didn't see her face.AndClarisse.You never talked to her.I talked to her.And men like Beatty are afraid ofher.I can't understand it.Why should they be so afraid of someone like her? But Ikept putting her alongside the firemen in the house last night, and I suddenly realizedI didn't like them at all, and I didn't like myself at all any more.And I thought maybe itwould be best if the firemen themselves were burnt.""Guy! "The front door voice called softly:"Mrs.Montag, Mrs.Montag, someone here, someone here, Mrs.Montag, Mrs.Montag, someone here."Softly.They turned to stare at the door and the books toppled everywhere, everywhere inheaps."Beatty!" said Mildred."It can't be him.""He's come back!" she whispered.The front door voice called again softly."Someone here.""We won't answer." Montag lay back against the wall and then slowly sank to acrouching position and began to nudge the books, bewilderedly, with his thumb, hisforefinger.He was shivering and he wanted above all to shove the books up throughthe ventilator again, but he knew he could not face Beatty again.He crouched andthen he sat and the voice of the front door spoke again, more insistently.Montagpicked a single small volume from the floor."Where do we begin?" He opened thebook half?way and peered at it."We begin by beginning, I guess.""He'll come in," said Mildred, "and burn us and the books!"The front door voice faded at last.There was a silence.Montag felt the presence ofsomeone beyond the door, waiting, listening.Then the footsteps going away downthe walk and over the lawn."Let's see what this is," said Montag.He spoke the words haltingly and with a terrible selfconsciousness.He read a dozenpages here and there and came at last to this:" `It is computed that eleven thousand persons have at several times suffered deathrather than submit to break eggs at the smaller end."'Mildred sat across the hall from him."What does it mean? It doesn't mean anything!The Captain was right! ""Here now," said Montag."We'll start over again, at the beginning."PART IITHE SIEVE AND THE SANDTHEY read the long afternoon through, while the cold November rain fell from the skyupon the quiet house.They sat in the hall because the parlour was so empty andgrey-looking without its walls lit with orange and yellow confetti and sky-rockets andwomen in gold-mesh dresses and men in black velvet pulling one-hundred-poundrabbits from silver hats.The parlour was dead and Mildred kept peering in at it with ablank expression as Montag paced the floor and came back and squatted down andread a page as many as ten times, aloud." `We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed.As in filling a vesseldrop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over, so in a series ofkindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run over.'" Montag sat listening to the rain."Is that what it was in the girl next door? I've tried so hard to figure.""She's dead.Let's talk about someone alive, for goodness' sake."Montag did not look back at his wife as he went trembling along the hall to thekitchen, where he stood a long [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]