F451 Group 5
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Utopian vs. Dystopian
Clarisse would like a Utopian society because she would like the fact of not having technology over rule society and having people get deep into conversation with each other instead of watching tv all hours of the day.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
I (Montag) think that a Utopian society is impossible. What makes a perfect society? One where nothing bad ever happens? If you had a society like that then there would be no consequences, without consequences we do not learn. Without learning we don't even further ourselves as a society, and a society like that is far from perfect.
I (Kyle) completely agree with Montag. I think a society can't be perfect and still retain the ability of free will. Is a society without free will perfect? That is debatable, and for yourself to decide.
I (Kyle) completely agree with Montag. I think a society can't be perfect and still retain the ability of free will. Is a society without free will perfect? That is debatable, and for yourself to decide.
Monday, December 1, 2014
Utopian vs. Dystopian
In Professor Faber's ideal or utopian society everyone would be able to read anytime, and anywhere. He would want to have people challenge what is said to be true, and have a new renassaince of thinking. "I talk the meaning of things. I sit here and I know I'm alive." (77) He was thinking about the meaning of things, and not just accepting of what they are.
Idea Society vs. Now: Beatty
Here is what makes me different from Guy. Im not willing to do the thinking. I do not want to question and think. I turned books down because they don’t hand me The Secret of the Universe all tied up with a bow. My idea society would be no pain, no blank pages filled with emptiness. I miss being able to learn something or having something to look forward to. I wish our society now had books, yet I'm a hypocrite on things I want. Now a days people are so damn stupid they can barley distinguish their right from there left. SO why not burn it to the ground. All we can play is sports so why not destroy it.
Here is what makes me different from Guy. Im not willing to do the thinking. I do not want to question and think. I turned books down because they don’t hand me The Secret of the Universe all tied up with a bow. My idea society would be no pain, no blank pages filled with emptiness. I miss being able to learn something or having something to look forward to. I wish our society now had books, yet I'm a hypocrite on things I want. Now a days people are so damn stupid they can barley distinguish their right from there left. SO why not burn it to the ground. All we can play is sports so why not destroy it.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
In Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury uses many different types of literary devises to add to his characters. "The thought had been with him many times recently but now he remembered how it was that day in the city park when he had seen that old man in the black suit hide something, quickly, in his coat." This is an example of imagery and of a memory Montag has of Faber. This keeps the audiance in touch with Montag and gives a more personal feel.
Monday, November 24, 2014
When Bradbury says Montag "-was a shrieking blaze, a jumping, sprawling gibbering mannikin, no longer human or known, all writhing flame on the lawn as Montag shot one continuous pulse of liquid fire on him. (Beatty)" At this point Bradbury shows how crazy and uncontrollable I am become, how insane I am in the mind. The themes would be how no books can really hurt people in the mind and make them feel divided.
If you really knew me - Beatty
It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in my fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in my head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With my symbolic helmet numbered 451 on my stolid head, and my eyes all covered in orange flame with the thought of what came next, I flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. I strode in a swarm of fireflies.
It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in my fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in my head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With my symbolic helmet numbered 451 on my stolid head, and my eyes all covered in orange flame with the thought of what came next, I flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. I strode in a swarm of fireflies.
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