Montag felt the slow stir of words, the slow simmer. And when it came his turn, what could he say, what could he offer on a day like this, to make the trip a little easier? To everything there is a season. Yes. A time to break down, and a time to build up. Yes. A time to keep silence, and a time to speak. Yes, all that. But what else. What else? Something, something . . .
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.
– Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Found 165 pages in, seventeen words from the end, read in the fading light to ignite the dusty embers of our day.
Okay – how completely cool is that?!!
Comment by Shalet — February 5, 2009 @ 1:12 am
I LOVE that your city does this!!!
Comment by kimmy — February 5, 2009 @ 1:50 pm
Wow, I’ve never read about a municipal/city government encouraging its citizens to read. What an archaic thought! I hope the masses don’t rebel 😉
Comment by Anna — February 5, 2009 @ 9:03 pm
I love your blog. Your style of writing is very clean and moreish… if you know what I mean? Like eating a leafy salad with a lemon dressing.Lovely. S
Comment by Sarah — February 5, 2009 @ 10:03 pm
Sarah,
I like the way that sounds. And when I look it up, I like it even moreish.
Anna,
It is a national program. But like all national programs, not really.
Comment by Karen Maezen Miller — February 6, 2009 @ 12:05 am
This is totally cool. I think I’ll look to see if I still have my copy.
Comment by Mama Zen — February 6, 2009 @ 3:14 pm
Yes — lather, rinse, and most importantly, repeat!
Comment by Judy Merrill-Smith — February 6, 2009 @ 7:53 pm