Fahrenheit 451 pp. 3-21

Do the following:

1) Ask a question that you have about what's going on in the novel. What do you find confusing?

I'm not quite sure what was going on in the bedroom with Guy and Mildred. A bit too abstract for me. Looking at other people's blogs, though, it seems I'm not alone

Answer the following question:

1) Even before Montag and his wife Mildred talk to one another we know that they are alienated (distant) from one another. How does the author convey this?

One example is at the bottom of page 18, when Guy is trying to explain what happened last night, but Mildred continuously interrupts with "I'm Hungry." Another example is when He enters his bedroom, and makes the connection to a masoleum, with his wife as a body atop the tomb. Clearly, if he truly loved her, he wouldn't have such negative thoughts about her.


And now, a little venting. I don't remember Mr. Jana saying this blog was strictly for academic purposes. But if you disapprove, Mr. Jana, just order the cease-and-desist and I shall obey.


Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

^Some lyrics from "Carry on My Wayward Son" by Kansas.
Don't really know the band, but it was in Guitar Hero
II. Thought the song fits with the upcoming madness
I'm about to type ;)

Alas, 'tis a burden, being the eldest of three boys. I
don't often ask for much. Just a few books, the
beautiful night sky, and an hour or two on RPG maker.
I regret much of my childhood. I was far too attatched
with material possessions, now everyone believes my
entire life revolves around playing video games, when
in fact it is just a means of entertainment I use when
all others are exhausted. Even when I'm making them,
I try to break the norm. I try to steer away from the
blood and gore fests. In fact, if I may insert a small
plug here, my current project, Eternity's End, is in fact
something of a love story between a princess and a monster
hunter who, ironically, disapproves of violence. But I
digress. I ask for just a bit of quiet time, where I may
read and write and think, but never does it happen. I
keep my expectations low and my hopes small so I should
never be disappointed, and yet I'm still constantly
disappointed. My friends oft wonder why I always act like
an old man when I'm only a few months older than they.
It's because I am. At this point, all my youth has been
long since exhausted. The only thing that keeps me under
the classification of a child is my age.

Alas, maybe I am but a simple man in a complex world, a
peaceful soul thrusted into a busy metropolis.