Authors note- We just read the book Fahrenheit 451, and this is a response to it. I tried to work on using words from the class moodle list, and I tried to use more text evidence. For this response I think I just had more quotes not necessarily more text evidence. When I was writing this, I found that one of the themes for me is remembrance, and leaving your mark on the world.
"It never went away, that smile, it never ever went away, as long as he remembered." page 4
You can't remember back to the beginning. You weren't there. Even if you were there, you wouldn’t remember it exactly right. You would see something different from another person. Together you would talk about it, and a whole new scene would be created, this would be the knew scene. You pass this story on, and you forget one little detail, and add a new one, maybe to make yourself seem better. That detail is now lost forever, and new story is created. You can't go back now. You aren't the only one holding onto it, so you cant get it back, because you don’t have it all anymore.
Your past is how it is remembered to be. If you are remembered you will live forever. Sometimes something just touches you and you realize that you should go live, like your living forever and then you will. If you make something happen than the world will be touched forever by you.
" He imagined thousands on thousands of faces peering into yards, into alleys, and into the sky, faces hid by curtains, pale, night-frightened faces, like gray animals peering from electric caves, faces with gray colorless eyes, gray tongues, and gray thoughts looking out through the numb flesh of the face." page 139 He finally made something happen instead of just regular routine. The world watching him, but not actually seeing all of him. He made the city actually feel something, fear. He was a menace in everyone's minds; even the news had to feign the end of the chase. Everyone knew his name, his story, now he couldn’t go back and change it. His old life was gone even before the bombs blew it up. As he left, he set off bombs of his own to go off behind him.
You touch the world, as you are part of it. No one can completely cover up what you have touched. Montag and the firemen have touched many people, but with a touch that burned not healed. They left their mark on the world, and a mark that dark cant be covered up. "The Hound did not touch the world. It carried its silence with it, so you could feel the silence building up a pressure behind you all across town." page 137 When you don’t leave something behind you have to carry it with you, all throughout your life. The hound isn't a person though, and doesn’t feel the weight that it was carrying. The people from here couldn’t feel that weight either. They were numb. "A numbness in a numbness hollowed into a numbness." Page 120. In the end Montag made a new mark, that was clean, and good.
"We'll just start walking today and see the world and the way the world walks around and talks, the way it really looks." page 161. A long time ago Montag might have remembered what the world really looks like, how it talks and walks, but that would have been a long time ago. Things might have been blocking his view, like the walls, which will forget you if you don’t return. You will be remembered other places, places that matter, people that matter. Clarisse was remembered by Montag because he mattered, and he cared enough to listen to her talk, see how she really looks and watch her walk away, following her footprints that touched the world, and were left behind for him to follow in.
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