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Showing posts with label fahrenheit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fahrenheit. Show all posts

Thursday 12 September 2013

Currently Reading: Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

 I didn't leave home for the past five days. Most of my kababayans know why. However, I feel like I just need to do something normal for a while just to distract myself. If I am going to keep mindful of the negativity going on in my city, Nothing is going to happen to me.

Another thing, I would like to inform my frequent visitors that I will be preparing something for you in the form of a giveaway. It's something really special so you can stay alert for it here.
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
"A masterwork of twentieth-century literature"
"The terrifyingly prophetic novel of a post-literature future"
Guy Montag is a fireman. His job is to burn books, which are forbidden, being the source of all discord and unhappiness. Even so, Montag is unhappy; there is discord in his marriage. Are books hidden in his house?  The Mechanical Hound of the Fire Department, armed with a lethal hypodermic, escorted by helicopters, is ready to track down those dissidents who defy society to preserve and read books.

The classic dystopian novel of a post-literature future, Fahrenheit 451 stands alongside Orwell's 1984 and Huxley's Brave New World as a prophetic account of Western civilization's enslavement by the media, drugs and conformity.

Bradbury's powerful and poetic prose combines with uncanny insight into the potential of technology to create a novel which, decades on from first publication, still has the power to dazzle and shock.-Good Reads

Literary Awards

Hugo Awards for Best Novel (1954)

Prometheus Hall of Fame Awardn (1984)

National Book Award for Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters (2000)

 The interior defense dines under the sabotage.

Friday 26 October 2012

Fahrenheit Spilled on The Pillow Intentionally

I'm talking scents again.

Guess that's what happens when I like to sniff on That pillow. I spilled (squirted) Fahrenheit on That pillow. You can't have that bottle back until I am satisfied with that pillow soaked in Fahrenheit.

If I am making you scared, you can leave now. Just leave that bottle with me.


Now I understand why you love that scent so much.