Prompt- Discuss Beatty's Death
With a single pump of a flame a man's life was ended abruptly, by another man. Beatty's death was quite a shock, because the intensity of his roll was something that cannot easily be duplicated again in a book. The fact of how much fear he put in Montag made you see that Montag isn't just another superhero of a story, just another human being with strengths and weaknesses. It just so happened that one of his main faults was Beatty and the fire crew. Now who's going to chase Montag around and tempt him to do wrong and go away from his heart? Beatty was more than a human enemy in this book. He was that "Devil on our shoulder" that everybody has inside of them . The part of you that makes you take steps away of what might have been an excellent goal that you had in mind. He is the thinker's rival. As much as it sounds of how disastrous this little though can be, it is very much needed in us. Without is we cannot tell right from wrong or wrong from right most likely. Conflicts provoke more thought and thought is needed to observe and analyze outcomes and consequences of an action or series of actions linked. With Beatty went thee Mechanical Hound that also points to a part of our mind's process. The weird dog/spider like creature is the actual fear embedded into our brain. Without we would all be reckless and do what we wanted how and when we wanted. With that a world would plunge into mass chaos. This is fear out of control though. It mangles you and slowly wraps itself around the thinking like a boa constrictor and squeezes your will to live out life is shunned by this fear. When Montag blasted it with his torch he was also blasting a part of himself, to be done with fear and shame, it was time to live and fight for what he believed in, which no one does anymore more in his time. Without Mildred there either he has no connection to his other life, the one he couldn't seem to let go of. Now the fact that itself all gone, he can start again, fresh and ready for his next battles to come and soon the one that will be most important to all for his and Faber's victory, a black market of books.
Veterans Essay
A blink of an eye. The intake of a sharp breath. A whizz of a bullet. Only the brave and few experience these moments, and these are the little frames of time that matter, make a world of a difference. Without them who knows where this country, who has achieved so much in its short time on the map of the world, would be. They, these men and women, are the foundation of our freedom. If someone approached me and asked "does patriotism still matter?" My only reply would be, does our freedom still matter? If no, then so be it and it doesn't. I find that very hard to believe though. The support we give is the support we
receive back times a hundred.
Have you ever tried to define something but were unable to find the correct words, either because it was too broad or it was a feeling that someone has to experience not learn. That is what patriotism is, a feeling that you know is there in your heart of how proud you are of your nation when you look at the waving flag and know you are free to be who you want.
Personally I have also touched that emotion of love and respect just by sitting and hearing the fascinating stories that my father and grandfather always shared with me. Every time my little five year old body crossed that door way he would climb up to his attic and back down with all his military "toys." Grandpa Angelo was in Vietnam while he was serving. My fingertips would rasp across the top of his helmet and I could just picture him being with all of his peers fighting. For a five year old you can imagine what it felt like to see something like that, so terrifyingly exhilarating
Phoenix of Civilization
With a single pump of a flame a man's life was ended abruptly, by another man. Beatty's death was quite a shock, because the intensity of his roll was something that cannot easily be duplicated again in a book. The fact of how much fear he put in Montag made you see that Montag isn't just another superhero of a story, just another human being with strengths and weaknesses. It just so happened that one of his main faults was Beatty and the fire crew. Now who's going to chase Montag around and tempt him to do wrong and go away from his heart? Beatty was more than a human enemy in this book. He was that "Devil on our shoulder" that everybody has inside of them . The part of you that makes you take steps away of what might have been an excellent goal that you had in mind. He is the thinker's rival. As much as it sounds of how disastrous this little though can be, it is very much needed in us. Without is we cannot tell right from wrong or wrong from right most likely. Conflicts provoke more thought and thought is needed to observe and analyze outcomes and consequences of an action or series of actions linked. With Beatty went thee Mechanical Hound that also points to a part of our mind's process. The weird dog/spider like creature is the actual fear embedded into our brain. Without we would all be reckless and do what we wanted how and when we wanted. With that a world would plunge into mass chaos. This is fear out of control though. It mangles you and slowly wraps itself around the thinking like a boa constrictor and squeezes your will to live out life is shunned by this fear. When Montag blasted it with his torch he was also blasting a part of himself, to be done with fear and shame, it was time to live and fight for what he believed in, which no one does anymore more in his time. Without Mildred there either he has no connection to his other life, the one he couldn't seem to let go of. Now the fact that itself all gone, he can start again, fresh and ready for his next battles to come and soon the one that will be most important to all for his and Faber's victory, a black market of books.
Veterans Essay
A blink of an eye. The intake of a sharp breath. A whizz of a bullet. Only the brave and few experience these moments, and these are the little frames of time that matter, make a world of a difference. Without them who knows where this country, who has achieved so much in its short time on the map of the world, would be. They, these men and women, are the foundation of our freedom. If someone approached me and asked "does patriotism still matter?" My only reply would be, does our freedom still matter? If no, then so be it and it doesn't. I find that very hard to believe though. The support we give is the support we
receive back times a hundred.
Have you ever tried to define something but were unable to find the correct words, either because it was too broad or it was a feeling that someone has to experience not learn. That is what patriotism is, a feeling that you know is there in your heart of how proud you are of your nation when you look at the waving flag and know you are free to be who you want.
Personally I have also touched that emotion of love and respect just by sitting and hearing the fascinating stories that my father and grandfather always shared with me. Every time my little five year old body crossed that door way he would climb up to his attic and back down with all his military "toys." Grandpa Angelo was in Vietnam while he was serving. My fingertips would rasp across the top of his helmet and I could just picture him being with all of his peers fighting. For a five year old you can imagine what it felt like to see something like that, so terrifyingly exhilarating
Phoenix of Civilization
Death can bring a twisted kind of joy to some. Could the passing of someone though ever bring life to others? An evil soul for a good one? A trade only God can make? This is somewhat of the life cycle, one passes and makes way for others. What happens though when a whole mass of a population is exterminated for a group of persons? A destructive path led to be reconstructed by only a fraction of them. The phoenix of civilization. This is what a certain man with the name of Guy Montag was faced with when their present is our worst nightmare.
Freedom is a state of mind. If you feel free, indeed you are. But if you have that slight thought, even in the deepest parts of your consciousness, that there could be more use of something in which is not allowed, then you are doubting what is actually the real face of freedom. A never perishing thought. Maybe you do not realize it's there until later, someone pushing and poking it to stir in your mind. In Montag's case, it was a simple girl with the interesting persona of an innocently troubled girl. He was our symbol of a doubting mind. Doubting what? Everything that has meaning in life. In this world everything is quite…well the opposite of what we have. Firemen actually start them instead of ending it's burning reign. The fire destroys the most illegal of things, so hideous that even if you mention it odd glances are passed your way and someone will be contacted with your name. What it is? The paper bound bandit, books. Even though the most important part of society is missing no one seems to care.
Then with a remarkable meeting on a tiny street corner a whole world is changed forever. Not just like that of course but over a slow process a country will be wiped out, there will be few survivors and philosophers return from the dead. Then you zoom back and realize just one simple question, born out of the blue, created a pandemonium; are you happy? The person to utter these words was none the less the girl named Clarisse. The girl in which knew too much. She helped the man, obviously named Montag, realize he knew too little, about the world and himself as a whole. He was part of the sinister crew of destroyers and went along with a bounce in his step and a smile on his face as years of hard work and knowledge burned right in front of his eyes. The perfect life, good house and a wife that is always there. A new neighbor in town, no one seems to notice. She awaits him and every night they have a talk when he returns from work. Friendly talks turn into serious conversation as it takes a wrong turn down a forbidden path. Books. Books, oh books, have caused the burning of people as well as them. But what they do not notice is it has also brought life to many, many more brilliant minds. Then it pops up again; are you happy? With a rush of memories and a hurt past, he's knocked off his feet and brought to the ground, the big bad firemen is beaten by a sentence.
The fact that you are not happy in a world only built to make you satisfied is kind of the most ironic of things. With that we are led to irony. The most tragic of the themes, a world of conflict or maybe just the world of one person thrown into a situation in which you crawl and dig to come out of, to breathe a breath of that sweet fresh air of victory and all that follows is actually the breath of finality and then with that it stops. If the breathing doesn't stop it's sure to be followed with rapid ones and the loss of sanity. Imagine, though, already being at that point of beyond insanity to begin with. The only thing lying beyond is numbness. Then slowly you reel yourself back from that point into a somewhat cleansed state of mentality. This is also what happened to Montag. He was there. That pit of numb and all of a sudden a hand reached in and grabbed him out then set him on a fast paced backwards chase to hunt down his true identity.
Then with a sudden bang all he feared and treasured was also gone. Except for those who mattered, the faux philosophers themselves. With each word they utter and is etched once again a soul is reborn into a world of purified from wrong. The fact that this book did not really end with a twist of distress and no traumatic deaths accord but those needed to depurate the world. This shows that the story might not have gone through with the whole irony theme but instead jumped the tracks at the end to set of another train of thought.
Whether in the end this new world succeeds and rises to power with it's new knowledge of literary strategies or collapses, Guy Montag did his part and starting off a huge roller coaster of events that kept your heart pumping until the very last print of ink. This just shows how much our literature is needed and to never over look simple things like this. Of course it means so much more in between the lines with all its hidden symbolism inside each sentence. A book that forever will challenge many people who come across it.
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