Engulfed in meaning

February 4th, 2009

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.


  1. Okay – how completely cool is that?!!

    Comment by Shalet — February 5, 2009 @ 1:12 am

  2. I LOVE that your city does this!!!

    Comment by kimmy — February 5, 2009 @ 1:50 pm

  3. 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

  4. 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

  5. Sarah,
    I like the way that sounds. And when I look it up, I like it even moreish.

    It is a national program. But like all national programs, not really.

    Comment by Karen Maezen Miller — February 6, 2009 @ 12:05 am

  6. 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

  7. Yes — lather, rinse, and most importantly, repeat!

    Comment by Judy Merrill-Smith — February 6, 2009 @ 7:53 pm

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