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Fahrenheit 452

So, I'm writing this post. It is called Fahrenheit 452.

It is mostly about itself, although it's about this too. And it's about Ray, who has given me some of the most peaceful, pellucid, connected moments I've ever had while holding a book in my hands.

I read my first Bradbury in perhaps 1973, and revisited some of my favorites just in this past year and found their lustre undiminished. As middle age approaches, the kind of nostalgia for a time that never was is stronger than ever, and there are greater pleasures to be found in some of those stories than the ones a younger me was able to fathom.

But he's still being a tool. In the spirit of...well, of sh-t-disturbing, I guess, I offer this humble suggestion: that anyone who feels similarly post something silly -- even better, something silly in the Style of Ray -- and title it 'Fahrenheit 452' or 'Fahrenheit 911' or whatever. Now that'd be some big blog hijinks!

Like Cory said

Bradbury wrote Fahrenheit 451, so we know he loved the First Amendment. I just wish he loved the First Amendment enough to share it with the rest of us.

Peace.

About This Post

What is this? Why am I here? What does it mean? Where should I go now?

Well, this is a post to the personal website Emptybottle.org. It was posted by your genial host stavrosthewonderchicken on June 21, 2004, and is titled Fahrenheit 452. It was published to the categories: Random Silliness. In any of those places you might well find other similar things that will bring you Super Double Happiness.

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Comments: You got fingers, right?
3 Comments |
  1. 1

    anne said

    Matthew Baldwin, at Defective Yeti (http://www.defectiveyeti.com/archives/000900.html)
    said it quite well:

    "In other news, the latest issue of Rolling Stone features an interview with William Shakespeare, in which the Bard of Avon decries Bradbury's use of the phrase "something wicked this way comes." "That mewling cutpurse plucked the title from the pages of my MacBeth direct," carped the long dead poet and playwright, who later went on to describe Bradbury as "sick in the world's regard, wretched and low, a poor unminded outlaw sneaking home."

    June 22, 2004 5:42 PM

  2. 2

    stark said

    I accept your Fahrenheit Challenge.

    June 28, 2004 11:14 PM

  3. 3

    Coco said

    Original idea I hope it appears effective

    July 4, 2004 4:56 AM

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