It's always someone else's husband that dies anyway!
Yes, havent you heard about the war?
That reminds me, have you seen the Clara Dove romance? its about blah blah blah...
Not my job to worry about it, and I wouldn't shed one tear if my husband died!
You know I haven't any! They're awful!
Well, sometimes they look like you and that's nice. I put up with them when they come home three days a month. You heave them into the parlour and turn the switch. They'd just as soon kick as kiss me. Thank God, I can kick back!
Anyway, lets talk about politics to please Montag!
So, how are your kids, Mrs. Phelps?
Sounds fine, I voted last election. I voted on President Noble.
Oh, but did you see the men that ran against him? Blah blah blah...
Montag, what are you holding? Is that a book Isn't firemen training done on videos now?
The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world
It's not theory, it's poetry
Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night