Lauren Poblete
Jana Peter
Humanities
9 February 2007
Montag
I look at that thing Mildred now lives in, has lived in ever since I can remember. I wish
she would realize I'm here and that the script of life isn't her life. I pick this horrible thing,
I'm just waiting for some vortex to shoot open and suck me in, like it had done to Mildred and all
her other clones. I read these words, but they mean nothing. Line after line, nothing after nothing
Mildred reads this nothingness day after day and lives her life like she is suppose to, not
questioning anything. Sometimes I wish Mildred would talk to men when I brought up important things,
like Clarisse.Clarisse would never buy into this stuff, she would know right away. Thru my thoughts
of Clarisse and Mildred I still continue to read on. The more I read the more angry i get. I wish
that it was these books us firemen burned, not the ones filled with limitless knowlodge.
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