Mi lienzo de moda by Darwin Cardenas https://padlet.com/darcarde/nccdveeuhq37 Hecho con fortaleza en-us 2018-10-21 13:12:53 UTC 2018-10-21 15:06:59 UTC hello@padlet.com Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury A1 darcarde https://padlet.com/darcarde/nccdveeuhq37/wish/295176003 2018-10-21 13:13:30 UTC https://padlet.com/darcarde/nccdveeuhq37/wish/295176003 It was a pleasure to burn.It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and 5 burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his solid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the 10 furnaces, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning. Montag grinned the fierce grin of all men singed and driven back by flame. He knew that when he returned to the firehouse, he might wink at himself, a 15 minstrel man, burnt-corked, in the mirror. Later, going to sleep, he would feel the fiery smile gripped by his face muscles, in the dark. It never went away, that smile, it never went away, as long as he remembered.He hung up his black-beetle colored helmet and shined it, he hung his flameproof jacket neatly; he showered luxuriously, and then, whistling, hands in 20 pockets, walked across the upper floor of the fire station and fell down the hole. At the last minute, when disaster seemed positive, he pulled his hands from his pockets and broke his fall by grasping the golden pole. darcarde https://padlet.com/darcarde/nccdveeuhq37/wish/295176372 2018-10-21 13:17:52 UTC https://padlet.com/darcarde/nccdveeuhq37/wish/295176372 Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury A2 darcarde https://padlet.com/darcarde/nccdveeuhq37/wish/295177210 2018-10-21 13:26:57 UTC https://padlet.com/darcarde/nccdveeuhq37/wish/295177210 - List four things from this part of the text that describe what Montag did when he returned to the firehouse. darcarde https://padlet.com/darcarde/nccdveeuhq37/wish/295179040  - How does the writer use language here to describe the fire?]]> 2018-10-21 13:45:05 UTC https://padlet.com/darcarde/nccdveeuhq37/wish/295179040 Montag’s hand closed like a mouth, crushed the book with wild devotion, with an insanity of mindlessness to his chest. The men above were hurling shovelfuls of magazines into the dusty air. They fell like slaughtered birds and the woman stood below, like a small girl, among the bodies.Montag had done nothing. His hand had done it all, his hand, with a brain of its own, with a conscience and a curiosity in each trembling finger, had turned thief.. Now, it plunged the book back under his arm, pressed it tight to sweating armpit, rushed out empty, with a magician’s flourish! Look here! Innocent! Look!He gazed, shaken, at that white hand. He held it way out, as if he were far-sighted. He held it close, as if he were blind.“Montag! ”He jerked about.“Don’t stand there, idiot!”The books lay like great mounds of fishes left to dry. The men danced and slipped and fell over them. Titles glittered their golden eyes, falling, gone.“Kerosene! They pumped the cold fluid from the numbered 451 tanks strapped to their shoulders. They coated each book, they pumped rooms full of it.They hurried downstairs, Montag staggered after them in the kerosene fumes.“Come on, woman!”The woman knelt among the books, touching the drenched leather and cardboard, reading the gilt titles with her fingers while her eyes accused Montag.“You can’t ever have my books,” she said.“You know the law,” said Beatty. “Where’s your common sense? None of those books agree with each other. You’ve been locked up here for years with a regular damned Tower of Babel. Snap out of it! The people in those books never lived. Come on now! ”She shook her head.“The whole house is going up;” said Beatty,The men walked clumsily to the door. They glanced back at Montag, who stood near the woman.“You’re not leaving her here?” he protested.“She won’t come.”“Force her, then!” darcarde https://padlet.com/darcarde/nccdveeuhq37/wish/295183435 2018-10-21 14:23:15 UTC https://padlet.com/darcarde/nccdveeuhq37/wish/295183435 darcarde https://padlet.com/darcarde/nccdveeuhq37/wish/295187617 What do Montag's hands do? And what is he afraid they will do?]]> 2018-10-21 15:00:24 UTC https://padlet.com/darcarde/nccdveeuhq37/wish/295187617