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what's the exact quote in fahrenheit 451 about lawn cutters? thanks for your help. | |||
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Lobwaters-- The quote to which you're referring is found in one of the most moving passages in the novel: "Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't mater what do you, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime." | ||||
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That is so heavy and true!, I just have to revive this poor lonely thread and see if it takes off and where to. What is your favorite or most moving part of F-451? For me, out of many, two stand out, one is the part where Montag is walking with Clarisse through the autumn moonlit night and theres something about blowing leaves. I remember almost tearing up last time I read it. Not sure why, maybe its because of the unrequited marriage between Montag and his wife and his hopelessness and loneliness. I must read again soon. Walking with her puts it in perfect clarity how things could be so different. The other part I am particularly enamored with is when, and I believe it is after the city is destroyed by the atom war, he comes upon the men around the campfire. That whole part evokes in me a real feel for post apocalypse more so than almost anything I have ever read. It's just so profound, words don't do it justice. She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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I guess it'll die a melancholy death, oh well, such is life. She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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