Blog post #4
The house fell in red coals and black ash. It bedded itself down in sleepy pink-gray cinders and a smoke plume blew over it, rising and waving slowly back and forth in the sky. It was three-thirty in the morning. The crowd drew back into houses; the great tents of the circus had slumped into charcoal and rubble and the show was well over.
Montag stood with the flame thrower in his limp hands, great islands of perspiration drenching his armpits, his face smeared with soot. The other firemen waited behind him, in the darkness, their faces illuminated faintly by the smouldering foundation.
Montag started to speak twice and then finally managed to put his thought together.
"Was it my wife turned in the alarm?"
Beatty nodded.
In this passage it captures the emotion of Montag and how defeated he feels. He burned down his own house and was betrayed by his own wife. He shows great discription on how the house looks after it's burned down. I kind of feel sorry for the guy trying to rebel against a bad thing and still ending up being defeated. I really like the line " the great tents of the circus had slumped into charcoal and rubble and the show was well over." It shows us how it is not as big and tall as it used to be but now just ash and rocks still flaming in scilence. It felt like he was describing a scene in a movie after an explosion happened and people are just standing around looking at it.
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