Fahrenheit 451 Part 2 Vocab

It was a "plea," a cry so terrible that Montag found himself on his feet.

The folly of mistaking a metaphor for proof, a torrent of "verbiage" for a spring of capital truths.

His name was Faber, & when he finally lost his fear of Montag, he spoke in a "cadence" voice, looking at the sky &trees.

The train radio vomited upon Montag, in "retaliation," a great ton-load of tin, copper, silver, chromium, and brass.

Remember, the firemen are rarely necessary. The public itself stopped reading of its own "accord."

He tried to go back to the normal pattern of life a few short days ago before the sieve and sand, Denham's "Dentifrice"

He ripped out the address when the report was finished. He glanced "perfunctorily" at it, and shoved it in his pocket.

Twice in half an hour, Montag had to rise from the game and go to the "latrine" to wash his hands.

Playing the stock-market, of course, the last "refuge" in the world for the dangerous intellectual out of a job.

In the hall, Mildred's face was "suffused" with excitement. Well, the ladies are coming over!

A few bombs and the 'families' in the walls of all the houses, like "harlequin" rats, will shut up!

It was good listening to the beetle hum, the sleepy mosquito buzz and delicate "filigree" murmur of the old man's voice.

"It's an "insidious" plan, if I do say so myself." Faber glanced nervously at his bedroom door.

She had started on her own slow process of "dispersing" the dynamite in her house, stick by stick.

For these were hands that had acted on their own, here was where the he first "manifested" himself to snatch books.

They leaped into the air and clutched the pole as if it were the last "vantage" point above a tidal wave passing below

The door to a bedroom stood open, and in that room, a litter of machinery and steel tools was "strewn" upon a desk-top.

And you got in and we drove back to the firehouse in "beatific" silence, all dwindled away to peace.

...Table upon which a number of metal tools lay among a "welter" of microscopic wire-hairs, coils, bobbins, & crystals.

I must admit that your blind raging "invigorated" me. God, how young I felt!

Once as a child he had sat upon a yellow dune by the sea trying to fill a "sieve" with sand.

He stood a long time watching the rain hit the windows, waiting for the tremble to "subside."

To see the firehouses burn across the land, destroyed as hotbeds of "treason." The salamander devours his tail!

His mind would well over and he would not be Montag anymore, this the old man told him, "assured" him, promised him.

Montag had only a glimpse, before Faber, seeing Montag's attention "diverted," turned quickly and shut the bedroom door.

Aren't there professors like yourself, former writers, historians, "linguists"?