On her island the only thing she feels is music. Her life is so tightly shut by the technology around her, that she never listens to people, she never makes a connection to anybody. (SIP-B) Mildred is unlike a human, she is just like a creature that obeys technology.(STEWE-1) Montag is so used to seeing his wife doing the same thing all the time,“Without turning on the light he imagined how this room would look. His wife stretched on the bed, uncovered and cold, like a body displayed on the lid of a tomb, her eyes fixed to the ceiling by invisible threads of steel, immovable. And in her ears the little Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind. The room was indeed empty. Every night the waves came in and bore her off on their great tides of sound, floating her, wide-eyed, toward morning. There had been no night in the last two years that Mildred had not swum that sea, had not gladly gone down in it for the third time”(Bradbury 10). Mildred has formed a routine with her technology, every night she listens to it, every night for two years.
On her island the only thing she feels is music. Her life is so tightly shut by the technology around her, that she never listens to people, she never makes a connection to anybody. (SIP-B) Mildred is unlike a human, she is just like a creature that obeys technology.(STEWE-1) Montag is so used to seeing his wife doing the same thing all the time,“Without turning on the light he imagined how this room would look. His wife stretched on the bed, uncovered and cold, like a body displayed on the lid of a tomb, her eyes fixed to the ceiling by invisible threads of steel, immovable. And in her ears the little Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind. The room was indeed empty. Every night the waves came in and bore her off on their great tides of sound, floating her, wide-eyed, toward morning. There had been no night in the last two years that Mildred had not swum that sea, had not gladly gone down in it for the third time”(Bradbury 10). Mildred has formed a routine with her technology, every night she listens to it, every night for two years.