The huge amount of information we see everyday makes us listen but not think.

The huge amount of information we see everyday makes us listen but not think. In Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451 Montag's wife Mildred does not stop to think about the effects of the parlour on her life. The protagonist is frustrated by his wife's lack of curiousity, "Montag reached inside the parlour wall and pulled the main switch [...]. The three women turned slowly and looked with unconcealed irritation and then dislike at Montag. [...] The three women fidgeted and looked nervously at the empty mud-coloured walls" (102)  One switch and three women are angry. Why are they upset? Is TV really so nessary to meet with friends? This idea is further explored by the examination of poetry,"'As for poetry , I hate it'. said Mrs Bowles. 'Have you ever read any?' "(106).  We know Mrs. Bowles didn't read any books because she is not alowed to. But does she want to check it? Someone told her that books are a waste of time and she doesn't want to have her own opinion. In Fahrenheit we see women sitting the whole day at home. They don't do the housework and they don't work. They don't want to have children and if they do they barely see them. In this world it is normal that women watch television the whole day and when they are not, they have radio plugs in their ears. Maybe it is a suggestion to our future where we won't even have one moment of silence to think because of the advanced technology.  Fahrenheit 451 shows us the thruth about what can happen with people in the XXIcentury. Internet absorbes us so much that we forgot that real life exist.

The first and the last letter From Clarrise to Montag

             Dear Montag

      I am writing to you because I feel lonelier than I ever felt before. Usually I was watching nature, how flowers grow how they smell, I usually observed people and analysed their behavior but now I don’t know why I feel there will not be many occasions to tell you about me. That’s why I want to show you other aspects of my life.

      Our last few meetings were really great.I don’t remember many people which wanted to spend time with me besides my family. You know I don’t have friends because nobody wants to understand me. But you, you are different. When I first saw you I was afraid of you. Picture of a fireman in my mind was really scary but you changed it. You seem like you want to know me, know why I’m different, why I don’t want to be like everybody.
      In my family, we talk very often. I remember your face when you saw my house and all those people sitting-talking and living! I think you and your wife don’t do it. She is just watching TV all day and parlour is her ‘family’ right? Oh, poor Montag I really have to tell you so many things. I am hiding really important information from you. I… I… I have read many books Montag and I can help you. I want to talk with you about them. My uncle’s grandfather used to have many books in his house but I think you know what happened to them. For most of my life I thought that there are no books left in my family but I was wrong. Few years ago I wanted to hide under my uncle’s bad – you know – just for fun. In that moment I felt something hard. I took it and went to my room. It was a book. At the same time I was curious and scared but I have read it. I also read all of the others I found under the bed. It is really irresponsible that I’m telling you this through the letter but I just have to. I feel that someone is trying to kill me . Maybe because I’m different maybe because they are afraid I will ruin their 'perfect' and 'happy' system. I want you to feel Montag! I want you to live! Don’t be afraid of listening to your heart. It will always tell you the truth.

      I hope we will meet again before I will ‘leave with family’ or die in an ‘accident’. Never doubt in your new way of thinking It is good. I believe in you Montag – you can bring back the world of feelings and thinking.

                                                           Look forward to see you soon

                                                                               Clarrise