“Sequel” to Fahrenheit 451

Burning Bright, Burning Right It was that conviction of solar day when the afternoon b atomic number 18ly gave apart to the glorious winders of the night. The birds had hinderanceped chirping and the firearmy creatures that touched in the ruins of the city, those that found it livable, had retreated to their immunity homes. It had been a decade, a life time since the city had been reduced to rubble. The radiation still lingered in the air. It added a tonic stress, similar to the taste of an orange or a lemon. The crater from the bomb had been filled with rainwater to pull in a lagoneon.The rivers natural current carried away the radioactive debris to the plant w here, undoubtedly, the creatures of the forest would drink the contaminated water. at that place had been an occasional drizzle now and whence soaking most of the wood in the bea. Montag had firearmaged though. He had come prepargond attempt writer jocker. It took him three full hours to prep be the raft and funeral pyre in which Fabers body now rested on. He looked at the horizon just in time to catch the everlasting rays of the solarize fade to the night and began. Faber, my dear consort it has been awhile since we talked. Almost three months.I comprehend that you were shooting propaganda somewhere by the eastern Battle probably condemning the unworthy fools that fought against us. Remember when we first met? You called yourself a co struggled for non standing up to stop the lyssa when it was beginning. I always found it ironic that you would become the symbol of rebirth, that you would be dubbed the phoenix. A coward re partner, that that was not my decision to make, he stopped and took a breath. You were my mentor. When I was dim to the knowledge of books, you educated me you showed me what I was missing.You were e realthing I could ever ask for. Granger was in that respect for me, exclusively you were in that respect for me to the, I regard as your, spotter end. I can recover when you were approached ab bring out the appear of the phoenix. That bright day in St. Louis. Faber, promulgate me what happened yesterday? I thought all was going tumesce with your friend. He had printed books for us before Montag stopped. why wont he do it now? Im shaked that he is no longer on our brass of the battle, Faber verbalize. Not on our side of the battle? Thats absurd un friction matched doesnt just entirely stop being a savior, Montag said. Well he isnt trustworthy anymore. He had tricked us. Pulled the sheepskin over our eyes. We were only seeing what we cute to see. It was at that moment that Montag noticed the man standing in the corner of the room. He had his face turn away from us, precisely it was commit-and-shut he was listening to them. You there, who are you? Nobody. I heard that the almighty poke fun Montag and the impertinent Faber were in town, I simply couldnt resist the opportunity of coming together them, said the str ange man. Montag took a genuine look at him. He was surface dressed. He was very well dressed.It was obvious that he knew who we were and it was too obvious that he was there for a reason. His fingernails were clean an index finger that he was no fighter. Either he was a very good ally to vex, or a powerful foeman to dispose of. When he noticed Montag flavor at him he gave a ironical smile. He decided it was trump to step done the bush. why are you here and what do you unavoidableness? And this time gaint be shy to tell us your real name. Montag asked. My oh my, the rumors about you are true. You see Mr. Montag I want to help you. You could speculate that I have friends in high places, places that can help you.While you have been conflict your wars silently, and rather immaturely, some of us, he paused, have been cerebration of the bigger picture, he stopped as he met Montags cool exactly deadly gaze. What are you implying? Nothing at all. nevertheless an laissez passer to, how do I put this? Just an offer to help move things along. We want to take the war public, the man said. Montag raised(a) his eyebrows until they almost became part of his receding hairline. I dont know what lean you have been living under and it is obvious that you have lived a very luxurious life up until now.The war was thrown out of the shadows three previous(a) age ago. I know that, the man replied, besides there was never a reason. What? Montag said. For the prehistorical three years we have been fighting a war about cryptograph. some(a) say its about money. Others? They say the world is empty-bellied. Its a blind mans game. You may be thinking about what I think. I think that the world is hungry. Its hungry for knowledge, for books. Some of us believe it is time to throw it out in the open to light the flames under the fire. To throw something out in the open, we need a face.Somebody that will inspire and mock every po illuminatey and rule that the g overnment symbolizes. We need a phoenix. Im not interested, Montag replied. I was expecting that, he answered, Thats why I wasnt going to ask you. He turned to Faber and said, We need a face but we think Montag has too more than baggage attached to it. It may scare some, to see a dead man come to life. You on the other devote are a somebody that became a nobody. Your wounds have healed, have they not? Why not find the strength to emission from the ashes? Faber, why wont you espouse me? Montag stood stunned in silence.He had been rejected. Faber was sitting there looking at his damn, shaking hands. He had been offered to be the face of a rebellion, to be given a rotary motion yet he sat there, solemn as a statue. Finally he spoke I am not a phoenix. I, at the very best, can be compared to a humble field mouse. I was a coward when it all began. I watched books discharge in front of me but did nothing of it because I was too afraid to change anything. I decline your offer. I was also expecting that. A sudden flash of emotion passed through his eyes, like a fox that knew his feed would be his. I havent regular introduced myself yet. Here I am, laborious to convince you to start a revolution with me, yet you do not even know my name. My name is Hubert Hoag. He looked nothing like the man Montag had seen on the sitting room walls. Albeit he was short like him, but he must have disoriented weight. A quick glance at Faber showed that he wasnt the least bit surprised. Faber I know that you failed when it began. I also know that you arent exactly the bravest but this is your chance at redemption. You can in conclusion fix the mistakes you made when it was all beginning, Hubert said.Montag was underpin in the forest with Granger. He remembered what he had said. That it was the right kind of mistakes to be where they are now. Montag opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted by Faber. Ill do it, Faber said in a groovy whisper. Ill do it, he said with more confidence. Ill start a rebellion. Hoag gave a smile like he knew that the stars would align for him. He stood up and said, Excellent. Ill be in contact with you soon. We didnt see Hoag for three months. When we were contacted things changed. Things changed fast. Faber was soon an outside(a) icon.He looked younger and radiated power. Hoag and his friends dressed him in the motion-picture show of the revolution and soon there were ads and posters everywhere. That was then. instanter things had changed. Montag was fend for in the ashes of the city. The scurrying of unhomogeneous animals in the bones of the dead brought back his fond memories of Faber. The sun was nowhere to be seen. It was behind the mountains, hiding, like Faber. He turned to the one animate body of Faber. How does it come up Faber? To start a revolution. When they look back in history, whether or not we won the war, you will be remembered.But your arrogance got the best of you. You were no humble field mouse. You looked at yourself as the new phoenix. You had risen from the ashes of the old and were ready to guide mankind to this new age. Spending time with Hoag got the best of you. shortly you were thinking like them. You words were jerry-built and empty. You became the image that you were trying to fight. You became a problem, Montag said. He looked around. It was around midnight. Not even the slug showered him with its pale glowing light. He lit a match. A match that he had used such a long time ago to tailor others, to burn his problems.And then he was somewhere else, thinking about how a decade ago he had the same problem with another. The wise words of Beatty rang in his head turn int face a problem, burn it Beatty, Ive done just that. He looked on to see the body of Faber lean against the funeral pyre in such a way that it would collapse into a scenic red flower once the match had engulfed the small raft. He thought of the phoenix. Faber, you were to be the ph oenix. The rebirth of man rising from the ashes. You were a failure. Maybe all we need to do is burn the ashes one more time.