F451 Figurative Language Part 2

18. Faber was a gray moth sleeping in his ear for a moment

13. Mildred ran from the parlor like a native feeling an eruption no Vesuvius

5. [Each page] become a black butterfly

4. Sitting there like a wax doll melting in its own heat

8. [Christ] is a regular peppermint stick now.

20. Montag sat like a carved white stone.

10. His hands, by themselves, like two men working together

2. The parlor that was dead and gray as the waters of an ocean

11. I remember the newspapers dying like huge moths.

7. The train hissed to its stop

9. His voice is like butter

6. The train radio vomited upon Montag

3. It’s [reading] mud to you, too

12. I’m the Queen Bee, safe in the hive.

15. He saw their Cheshire cat smiles burning through the walls of the house

16. The three empty walls were like the pale brows of sleeping giants now, empty of dreams.

14.You will need to know BOTH possibilities 😲 They were like monstrous crystal chandelier tinkling in a thousand chimes

1. Montag froze.

17. The room was blazing hot, he was all fire

19. His fingers were like ferrets that had done some evil and now never rested.