Guy Montag, a fireman who burns books, was pretty much the same as the rest of the population within the city at first, “It was a pleasure to burn.” (p1) He thought. That is, until he meets his new neighbor, Clarisse McClellan. Guy is suddenly barraged with questions that have never bothered to cross his mind like, “Do you ever read any of the books you burn?” (p5) “Did you know that billboard were only twenty feet long?” (p7) “Are you happy?” (p7) The simple minded man is suddenly met with a crisis afterwards. His wife almost overdoses. A mechanical dog at work threatens his own life, yet nobody bats an eye. His co-workers burn a woman alive without hesitation. And now, he suddenly wants to read books now, the very thing he’s paid to destroy.
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If someone feels any bit frustrated they “take the beetle”. “I always like to drive fast when I feel that way. You get it up around ninety-five and you feel wonderful…” “You hit rabbits, sometimes you hit dogs…” (p. 61 Bradbury) It seems as if their average state of being is so stale, that the average person just see’s mediocre as “happy,” considering that Guy is one of the few people to realize how awful his life is, the constant monotonicity of waking up to a wife who’s constantly consuming media through earphone radios or TV and burning a house down with a woman consciously staying inside. Clarisse, Guy’s newest neighbor, is assumably killed about a week after they met with her family moving away afterwards “There was a girl next door,” “She’s gone now, I think, dead.” (p. 57 Bradbury) “The girl? She was a time bomb. The family had been feeding her subconscious, I’m sure, from what I saw of her school record. She didn’t want to know how a thing was done, but why.” (p. 57 Bradbury) It’s like the whole city is in a big mess, but no average human has the brain-capacity to do anything for their lack of knowledge, so the world is just seen as utopia based out of everything they can’t and don’t know. “Don’t give them any slippery stuff like slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.” (p.58 Bradbury) There is no knowledge to share in the first place so people just kinda exist, and nothing
If someone feels any bit frustrated they “take the beetle”. “I always like to drive fast when I feel that way. You get it up around ninety-five and you feel wonderful…” “You hit rabbits, sometimes you hit dogs…” (p. 61 Bradbury) It seems as if their average state of being is so stale, that the average person just see’s mediocre as “happy,” considering that Guy is one of the few people to realize how awful his life is, the constant monotonicity of waking up to a wife who’s constantly consuming media through earphone radios or TV and burning a house down with a woman consciously staying inside. Clarisse, Guy’s newest neighbor, is assumably killed about a week after they met with her family moving away afterwards “There was a girl next door,” “She’s gone now, I think, dead.” (p. 57 Bradbury) “The girl? She was a time bomb. The family had been feeding her subconscious, I’m sure, from what I saw of her school record. She didn’t want to know how a thing was done, but why.” (p. 57 Bradbury) It’s like the whole city is in a big mess, but no average human has the brain-capacity to do anything for their lack of knowledge, so the world is just seen as utopia based out of everything they can’t and don’t know. “Don’t give them any slippery stuff like slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.” (p.58 Bradbury) There is no knowledge to share in the first place so people just kinda exist, and nothing