Fahrenheit 451/Part II Vocabulary

A minute later, Three White Cartoon Clowns chopped off each other's limbs to the accompaniment of immense laughter.

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

They leaped into the air and clutched the brass pole as if it were the last vantage point above a tidal wave...

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

...for I was doing a terrible thing in using the very books you clung to, to rebut you on every hand, on every point.

The public itself stopped reading of its own accord.

Once as a child he had sat upon a yellow dune by the sea in the middle of the hot summer day, trying to fill a sieve.

..the rain hit the windows before he came back down the hall in the grey light, waiting for the tremble to subside.

These were the hands that acted on their own...here was where the conscience first manifested itself to snatch books.

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

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

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.

Oh, God, the terrible tyranny of the majority.

To see the firehouses burn across the land, destroyed as hotbeds of treason.