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Colored people don’t like Little Black Sambo. Burn it. White people don’t feel good about Uncle Tom’s Cabin. Burn it. Someone’s written a book on tobacco and cancer of the lungs? The cigarette people are weeping? Burn the book. Serenity, Montag. Peace, Montag. Take your fight outside. Better yet, into the incinerator. Funerals are unhappy and pagan? Eliminate them, too. Five minutes after a person is dead he’s on his way to the Big Flue, the Incinerators serviced by helicopters all over the country.

Zenciler Küçük Siyah Sambo'yu sevmiyorlar, yak gitsin. Beyazlar Tom Amca'nın Kulübesi'yle ilgili iyi şeyler hissetmezler, yak gitsin. Birisi çıkmış tütün ve akciğer kanseri hakkında bir kitap yazmış. Sigaracılar ağlıyor mu? Yak kitabı. Sükunet, Montag. Huzur, Montag

Kad es biju zēns, nomira mans vectēvs. Viņš bija tēlnieks un ļoti labs cilvēks. Viņš mīlēja pasauli un cīnījās pret naba­dzību, un viņa rokas vienmēr kaut ko veidoja. Viņš taisīja mums rotaļlietas un savā mūžā izgatavoja ne­skaitāmus darinājumus. Un, kad viņš nomira, es pēkšņi sapratu, ka raudu nevis par viņu pašu, bet par to, ko viņš vairs nedarīs. Es raudāju tādēļ, ka veetēvs nekad vairs netaisīs rotaļlietas, negriezīs koka figū­riņas, nepalīdzēs mums audzēt baložus, nespēlēs vi­joli un nestāstīs joku stāstus tā, kā to neprata neviens cits. Vectēvs bija daļa no mums, kad viņš nomira, tā visa pēkšņi vairs nebija, un neviens nespēja šo robu aizpildīt. Viņš bija neparasts cilvēks. Viņš bija ļoti va­jadzīgs cilvēks. Es neesmu varējis samierināties ar viņa nāvi. Bieži es domāju tieši par to, cik daudz brī­nišķu kokgrebumu viņa nāve sev paņēma līdz, cik daudz joku stāstu palika neizstāstītu, cik daudz ba­ložu nenoglāstītu. Viņš veidoja pasauli. Viņš deva pasaulei kaut ko no sevis. Tai naktī, kad viņš nomira, tā kļuva daudz, daudz nabagāka.

No aflijamos a los hombres con recuerdos. Que olviden. Quememos, quemémoslo todo. El fuego es brillante y limpio.

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- الناس لا يتكلمون عن أي شيء- آه لا بد لهم من أن يفعلوا!- كلا، ليس أي شيء. يذكرون في الغالب ماركات الكثير من السيارات أو الملابس أو أسماء المسابح ويقولون ما أروعها! لكنهم يقولون جميعاً الأمور نفسها ولا يقول أحد أمراً مختلفاً عما يقوله أي شخص آخر, وفي معظم الأحيان تكون صناديق النكات في المقاهي مفتوحة وتكرر ذاتها في الغالب. وفي المتاحف كل شيء تجريدي هذا كل ما يوجد فيها الآن. يقول عمي إن الوضع كان مختلفا في ما مضى ، قبل زمن طويل كانت الصور تقول شيئا ما في بعض الأحيان، أو حتى تظهر ناسًا.

I don’t talk things, sir, said Faber. I talk the meaning of things. I sit here and know I’m alive. That

When I reread it as a teenager, Fahrenheit 451 had become a book about independence, about thinking for yourself. It was about treasuring books and the dissent inside the covers of books. It was about how we as humans begin by burning books and end by burning people. Rereading

You're a fool, a damn fool, an awful fool, an idiot, an awful idiot, a damn idiot, and a fool, a damn fool

What do you do, go around trying everything once?' He asked 'Sometimes twice

What is there about fire that's so lovely? Not matter what age we are, what draws us to it? It's perpetual motion; the thing man wanted to invent but never did. Or almost perpetual motion. If you let it go on, it'd burn our lifetimes out. What is fire? It's a mystery. Scientists give us gobbledegook about friction and molecules. But they don't really know. Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences. A problem gets too burdensome, then into the furnace with it. Now, Montag, you're a burden. And fire will lift you off my shoulders, clean, quick, sure; nothing to rot later. Antibiotic, aesthetic, practical.

...You see?" Granger turned to Montag. "Grandfather's been dead for all these years, but if you lifted my skull, by God, in the convolutions of my brain you'd find the big ridges of his thumbprint.

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away.

الكتاب الجيدون كثيرا ما يلمسون الحياة والكتاب السيئون يمرون سريعا فوقهاالكتاب السيئون يغتصبونها ويتركونها للذباب

Si vous cachez votre ignorance, vous ne recevrez pas de coups et vous n'apprendrez rien.

„Musí ti být jasné, že náš civilizovaný svět je tak rozlehlý, že si nemůžeme dovolit, aby menšiny byly nespokojené a neklidné. Zeptej se sám sebe, čeho u nás chceme dosáhnout především? Lidé chtějí být šťastní, není to tak? Neslyšels to celý život? Chci být šťastný, říkají lidé. No, a nejsou? Copak je pořád něčím nezaměstnáváme, neposkytujeme jim dost zábavy? Vždyť pro to žijeme, pro nic jiného, nemám pravdu? Pro požitek, pro příjemné vzrušení. A musíš připustit, že naše kultura nás tímhle přímo zahrnuje.

Ella no quería saber cómo se hacía algo sino por qué. Esto puede resultar embarazoso.

Bueno, al fin y al cabo, esta es la era del tejido desechable. Tratamos a la gente como si fueran pañuelos de papel. Los estrujamos después de utilizarlos, los tiramos, cogemos otro, nos sonamos, lo estrujamos, lo tiramos. Todo el mundo usa la ropa de todo el mundo.

No nacemos libres e iguales, como dice la Constitución, nos hacemos iguales. Todo hombre es la imagen de todos los demás, y todos somos así igualmente felices

La magia reside solamente en aquello que los libros dicen; en cómo cosen los harapos del universo para darnos una nueva vestidura.

«Считать метафору доказательством, поток праздных слов источником истины, а себя оракулом – это заблуждение, свойственное всем нам», – как сказал однажды мистер Поль Валери.

So much depends, of course, on what the individual hears when he gives himself over to the electronic tides breaking on the shore of his Seashell. The voice of conscience and reason? An echo of morality? A new thought? A fresh idea? A morsel of philosophy? Or bias, hatred, fear, prejudice, nightmare, lies, half-truths, and suspicions? Or, perhaps even worse, the sound of one emptiness striking hollowly against yet another and another emptiness, broken at two-minute intervals by a jolly commercial, preferably in rhymed quatrains or couplets? In

Но у человека есть одно замечательное свойство: если приходится все начинать сначала, он не отчаивается и не теряет мужества, ибо он знает, что это очень важно, что это стоит усилий.

Se si potesse portare la mente in una lavanderia a secco, vuotare le tasche, ripulire a vapore, rimetterla in sesto e tornare a prenderla la mattina dopo. Se solo… Montag

Se les dio otro trabajo, el de custodios de la paz de nuestras mentes, el centro de nuestro comprensible y recto temor a ser inferiores. El bombero se transformó en censor, juez y ejecutor oficial.

...това вечно бърборещо стадо маймуни, които не казваха нищо, нищо, нищо, но го казваха така силно, силно, силно.

He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did.

Se refería a la posibilidad de quemar libros sin cerillas ni fuego. Porque no hace falta quemar libros si el mundo empieza a llenarse de gente que no lee, que no aprende, que no sabe.

Как е възможно да бъдеш чак толкова празен? - чудеше се той.

¿Sabe que los libros huelen a nuez moscada o a especias de países lejanos?

Los buenos escritores tocan a menudo la vida. Los mediocres la rozan rápidamente. Los malos la violan y la abandonan a las moscas

–La gente no habla de nada. –Oh, tienen que hablar de algo. –No, no, de nada. Citan automóviles, ropas, piscinas, y dicen ¡qué bien! Pero siempre repiten lo mismo, y nadie dice nada diferente, y la mayor parte del tiempo, en los cafés, hacen funcionar los gramófonos automáticos de chistes, y escuchan chistes viejos,

And on either side of the river was there a tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month; And the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. Yes, thought Montag, that’s the one I’ll save for noon. For noon. . . . When we reach the city.

-Все още съм луда. Толкова е приятно под дъжда. Страшно обичам да се разхождам, когато вали.-Не мисля,че на мен би ми харесало - каза той.- Може да ти хареса ако опиташ.- Никога не съм опитвал.Тя облиза устните си.-Дъждът дори има приятен вкус.-Какво, искаш да опиташ всичко поне веднъж, така ли? - попита той-Понякога и два пъти.

— Аз съм седемнайсетгодишна и побъркана — рече тя. — Чичо ми казва, че двете неща винаги вървели заедно. Когато хората те попитат на колко си години, казва ми той, винаги отговаряй, че си седемнайсетгодишна и побъркана. Не е ли приятно да се разхождаш по това време на нощта? Обичам да вдъхвам мириса на нещата, да ги разглеждам. И понякога стоя будна цяла нощ, разхождам се и чакам да видя как ще изгрее слънцето.

You see?" Granger turned to Montag. "Grandfather's been dead for all these years, but if you lifted my skull, by God, in the convolutions of my brain you'd find the big ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said earlier, he was a sculptor. 'I hate a Roman named Status Quo!' he said to me. 'Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. To hell with that,' he said, 'shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.

Грейнджър застана до Монтег и също погледна назад.— Дядо ми казваше, че всеки трябва да остави нещо след себе си, когато умре. Дете или книга, или картина, или къща, или стена, която е построил, или чифт обувки, които е изработил. Или пък градина, която е посадил. Нещо, до което ръката ти се е докоснала по такъв начин, че да има къде да отиде душата ти, когато умреш. И когато хората погледнат дървото или цветето, които си посадил, ще те видят в тях. Няма значение какво правиш, казваше той, стига само с докосването си да можеш да превърнеш едно нещо в нещо, което не е било преди, в нещо ново, което ще прилича на теб, след като отдръпнеш ръцете си. Именно в докосването се крие разликата между човека, който само коси полянката, и истинския градинар, казваше той. От косача няма да има и следа; градинарят ще остане там цял живот.

Ci dev'essere qualcosa di speciale nei libri, delle cose che non possiamo immaginare, per convincere una donna a restare in una casa che brucia. È evidente!

- Por sorte, esquisitos como ela são raros. Sabemos como podar a maioria deles quando ainda são brotos, no começo. Não se pode construir uma casa sem pregos e madeira. Se você não quiser que se construa uma casa, esconda os pregos e a madeira. Se não quiser um homem politicamente infeliz, não lhe dê os dois lados de uma questão para resolver; dê-lhe apenas um. Melhor ainda, não lhe dê nenhum. Deixe que ele se esqueça de que há uma coisa como a guerra. Se o governo é ineficiente, despótico e ávido por impostos, melhor que ele seja tudo isso do que as pessoas se preocuparem com isso. Paz, Montag. Promova concursos em que vençam as pessoas que se lembrarem da letra das canções mais populares ou dos nomes das capitais dos estados ou de quanto foi a safra de milho do ano anterior. Encha as pessoas com dados incombustíveis, entupa-as tanto com "fatos" que elas se sintam empanzinadas, mas absolutamente "brilhantes" quanto a informações. Assim, elas imaginarão que estão pensando, terão uma sensação de movimento sem sair do lugar. E ficarão felizes, porque fatos dessa ordem não mudam. Não as coloque em terreno movediço, como filosofia ou sociologia, com que comparar suas experiências. Aí reside a melancolia. Todo homem capaz de desmontar um telão de tevê e montá-lo novamente, e a maioria consegue, hoje em dia está mais feliz do que qualquer homem que tenta usar a régua de cálculo, medir e comparar o universo, que simplesmente não será medido ou comparado sem que o homem se sinta bestial e solitário. Eu sei porque já tentei. Para o inferno com isso! Portanto, que venham seus clubes e festas, seus acrobatas e mágicos, seus heróis, carros a jato, motogiroplanos, seu sexo e heroína, tudo o que tenha a ver com reflexo condicionado. Se a peça for ruim, se o filme não disser nada, estimulem-me com o teremim, com muito barulho. Pensarei que estou reagindo à peça, quando se trata apenas de uma reação tátil à vibração. Mas não me importo. Tudo que peço é um passatempo sólido.

Neviens cilvēks otrā vairs neklausās, bet man vajag ar kādu parunāties. Es nevaru runāt ar sienām, jo tās kliedz uz mani. Es nevaru runāt ar sievu, jo tā klausās vienīgi sienās. Es gribu, lai kāds mani uz­klausītu. Un, ja es runātu labi ilgi, varbūt pateiktu kaut ko jēdzīgu. Un vēl es gribu, lai jūs man iemācāt saprast to, ko es lasu.

Tas, kas jums vajadzīgs, nav grāmatās vien! Meklējiet to arī daudz kur citur — vecās gramofona platēs, vecās filmās un vecos draugos, meklējiet dabā un paši sevī. Grāmatas ir tikai viena no tvertnēm, kur glabājam to, ko baidāmies aizmirst. Grāmatām pašām nav maģiska spēka. Šis spēks ir tam, kas grāmatās pateikts, tam, kas Visuma gabaliņus mūsu priekšā sadiedz vienotā veselā.

Loro crederanno di pensare, avranno l'impressione del movimento anche se non si muovono affatto. E tutti saranno felici perché i fatti di quel genere non cambiano. Non dargli armi sdrucciolevoli come filosofia, sociologia o altri strumenti per collegare le cose, perché è là che si annida la malinconia. Chiunque sappia smontare una parete TV e ricostruirla, cosa che oggi la maggior parte degli uomini sa fare, è più felice di chi cerca di calcolare e risolvere l'universo, che naturalmente rifiuta di farsi calcolare e risolvere senza aver prima trasformato l'uomo in una belva disadattata. Lo so perché ci ho provato, ma adesso ne ho abbastanza. Meglio frequentare i club e qualche festa, tenersi gli acrobati e i maghi del circo, gli spericolati e le macchine a reazione; meglio fare un giro sui moto-elicotteri e concedersi un po' di sesso con eroina, insomma tutto quello che puoi ottenere con un riflesso automatico. Se la tragedia è cattiva, se il film non dice niente, se la commedia è vuota, dammi una scossa con la musica elettronica, con un Theremin al massimo volume: crederò che la commedia mi abbia dato un brivido, mentre è soltanto una risposta fisica alle vibrazioni. In realtà non m'interessa affatto, ma mi piace guardare uno spettacolo. Uno qualunque.

This age thinks better of a gilded fool than of a threadbare saint in wisdom’s school.

Vairums cilvēku nevar visur aizbraukt, ar visiem sastapties, apceļot visas pasaules pilsētas. Mums nav ne tik daudz laika, ne naudas, ne paziņu. Tas, ko jūs meklējat, pasaulē eksistē, bet tikai vienu procentu no visa tā parastais cilvēks ierauga savām acīm. Visu pārējo viņam sniedz grāmatas.

Иногда я подслушиваю разговоры в метро. Или у фонтанчиков с содовой водой. И знаете что? — Что? — Люди ни о чём не говорят. — Ну как это может быть! — Да-да. Ни о чём.Сыплют названиями — марки автомобилей, моды, плавательные бассейны и ко всему прибавляют: «Как шикарно!» Все они твердят одно и то же. Как трещотки.

Pero eso es lo maravilloso en el hombre; nunca se descorazona o disgusta tanto como para no empezar de nuevo. Sabe

Los libros están para recordarnos lo tontos y estúpidos que somos. Son la guardia pretoriana de César, susurrando mientras tiene lugar el desfile por la avenida: «Recuerda, César, eres mortal.»

–Todos deben dejar algo al morir, decía mi abuelo. Un niño o un libro o un cuadro o una casa o una pared o un par de zapatos. O un jardín. Algo que las manos de uno han tocado de algún modo. El alma tendrá entonces adonde ir el día de la muerte, y cuando la gente mire ese árbol, o esa flor, allí estará uno. No

Montag, os velhos que ficam em casa, receosos, cuidando de seus ossos quebradiços como casca de amendoim, não têm nenhum direito de criticar.

What do we want in this country, above all? People want to be happy, isn’t that right? Haven’t you heard it all your life? I want to be happy, people say. Well, aren’t they? Don’t we keep them moving, don’t we give them fun? That’s all we live for, isn’t it? For pleasure, for titillation? And you must admit our culture provides plenty of these.