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by Ray Bradbury
"Did you hear them, did you hear these monsters talking about
monsters?" -- Ray Bradbury
Fahrenheit 451 --
llustrated Screenplay
and Screencap Gallery, by Francois Truffaut and Jean-Louis Richard
Fahrenheit 451 -- Screenplay, by Francois Truffaut and Jean-Louis Richard
The Perfect Geometry of
Death Annihilates Its Author in "Equilibrium," Kurt Wimmer's Brilliant
Anti-Authoritarian Film, Starring Christian Bale
Fahrenheit 9/11 --
Illustrated Screenplay & Screencap Gallery, written and directed by
Michael Moore
The Vulcans Table of
Contents
Illuminati
Dragon, by Tara Carreon
Ray
Bradbury's Fall From Grace: Ray Bradbury Rips Michael Moore, by
WorldNetDaily.com
Kohelet
-- Ecclesiastes, by chabad.org
Man the
Firemaker, by Loren Eiseley
Paradice Lost, Paradise Regained: Homo Faber and the Makings of a
New Beginnin gin Oryx and Crake, by Danette DiMarco
A Glass of
Milk, An Apple, A Pear, by Ray Bradbury
Bush
Riders Outta Control
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"This is the Old and New
Testament, and it might be the last copy in this part of the
world."
"It's been a long time. I'm
not a religious man. But it's been a long time." Faber
turned the pages, stopping here and there to read.
It's as good as I remember.
Number one: Do you know why
books such as this are so important? Because they have
quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means
texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can
go under the microscope. You'd find life under the glass,
streaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the
more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you
can get on a sheet of paper, the more 'literary' you are.
That's my definition, anyway. Telling detail. Fresh detail.
The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a
quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for
the flies.
Do you know the legend of
Hercules and Antaeus, the giant wrestler, whose strength was
incredible so long as he stood firmly on the earth?
But when he was held,
rootless, in midair, by Hercules, he perished easily. If
there isn't something in that legend for us today, in this
city, in our time, then I am completely insane. Well, there
we have the first thing I said we need. Quality, texture of
information."
"Would you like to own
this?"
Faber said, "I'd give my
right arm." [AB-1] |
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"And more than they, my
son, beware; making many books has no end, and studying much
is a weariness of the flesh. The end of the matter,
everything having been heard, fear God and keep His
commandments, for this is the entire man."
Ecclesiastes,
translated by Chabad.org |
Table of
Contents:
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American
Buddha Librarian's Comment:
[AB-1] The Devil CAN cite scripture for his purpose. The
Bible rooting us firmly in the earth? I don't think so!
No, Ray Bradbury is not religious!
Not one bit more than Luis Bunuel.
Oh "the sea of faith's melancholy, long, withdrawing roar." And
the book that must be written by Ray Bradbury to remedy this sorry state
of affairs. Ray
Bradbury is a liar. He would have the so-called "rebels" give their right
arm for the Bible, become Ecclesiastes, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
(hear the quiet laughter) -- and the despicable Communist Plato -- as they
travel blind, are terrorized
by Vulcans, and strive to be book burners themselves! Well, isn't that soooo
Illuminati?! He's laughing at you through the entire book. Is
that you? reading a few lines and going over the cliff, ready to blow up the world, chop off heads, knock down
women and children, and destroy authority? Is that you? doing the
dangerous thing, learning a
little? Is that you? reading the words that abound, the sense
rarely found? Is that you? mistaking a
torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths? Is that you?
being reminded of what a fool you are?
Besides being
propaganda for pyromaniacs, this book is a tedious lesson in nihilism:
You're not important; you're not anything; you're nothing more than
dust jackets for books.
Then the horrific
female sacrifice: "Montag heard her screaming as the entire structure
of the hotel blasted down upon her, carrying her with a million pounds
of brick, metal, plaster, and wood." God forbid anyone should
write a book about a peaceful, harmonious society where people were
happy, and women were respected for the superior creatures they are.
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