Guy Montag - Tumblr Posts
As I said, only post for November. See yall in December.
!!!TRIGGER WARNINGS IN THE DESCRIPTION OF THE VIDEO ON YT!!!
The Hearth and the Salamander
It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning.
I really like this book, so I thought I’d share it. It just came back to me and now I want to reread it!
Here’s the link to a pdf if anyone wants to read it with me.
https://jghsenglish.edublogs.org/files/2015/02/Fahrenheit-451.pdf
Beatty: I was expecting a battle of wits, but you appear to be unarmed.
Montag, about to straight up commit a felony: Ur mom suck me good and hard thru my jorts
Beatty: you remind me of medusa
Montag: why
Beatty: every time i look into your eyes i get rock hard
Guy Montag, after killing Beatty with the flamethrower: some of y'all bout to be REAL mad at me
If you romantically ship Guy Montag with Clarisse McClellan I will personally visit your house and burn your nipples off of your chest.
POV you are a fireman and your job is to burn books all day long and you’re feared and respected. The Number 1 Book Hating Dudes in all the land. BUT. There’s this guy. There’s this freaking guy on your squad (pun intended) and every time your back is turned he is snatching up books like a greedy little goblin. He is shoving them in his pockets while you aren’t looking. He is stuffing them in his mouth like marbles. He is hiding them in his vents. He is a pack rat. A wretched little corrupted hobbit crouching and whispering “my precioussss”. A dragon hoarding coins. He’s feral. He’s deranged. He has an irresistible pull towards illegal contraband. These are the vibes Guy Montag is giving right now
