in the middle of nowhere

The squalor of the mind.

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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via christianbw)

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Above:  The Captain (Cyril Cusack), stills from Fahrenheit 451

Listen to me, Montag. Once to each fireman, at least once in his career, he just itches to know what these books are all about. He just aches to know. Isn’t that so? Well, take my word for it Montag. There’s nothing there.  The books have nothing to say. 

These are all novels, all about people that never existed, the people that read them it makes them unhappy with their own lives. Makes them want to live in other ways they can never really be. 



Go on, Montag, all this philosophy, let’s get rid of it. It’s even worse than the novels. Thinkers and philosophers, all of them saying exactly the same thing: “Only I am right! The others are all idiots!” One century they tell you that man’s destiny is predetermined.  The next they’ll say he has freedom of choice.  It’s, oh, just a matter of fashion, philosophy.  Just like: short dresses like year, long dresses next year.  

Look, all stories of the dead, biography that’s called, and autobiography. My life, my diary, my memoirs, my - intimate memoirs.  Of course, when they started out, well, it was just the urge to write. Then after the second or third book, all they wanted was to satisfy their own vanity, to stand out from the crowd, to be different, to be able to look down on all the others.  Ah, Critics Prize. Ah, this is a good one. Of course, he had the critics on his side. Lucky fellow. Just tell me this, Montag: at a guess, how many literary awards would you say were made in this country on an average each year? 5? 10? 40? Hmm? No less than 1,200.  Well, anybody who put pen to paper was bound to win some prize some day.

Robinson Crusoe, the Negroes didn’t like that because of his man, Friday. And Nietzsche, Nietzsche, the Jews didn’t like Nietzsche. Here’s a book about lung cancer. You see, all the cigarette smokers got into a panic, so for everybody’s peace of mind, we burn it.  

Ah, now this one must be very profound.  The Ethics of Aristotle.  Now, anybody that read that must believe he’s a cut above anybody who hadn’t.  See, it’s no good Montag, we’ve all got to be alike. The only way to be happy is for everybody to be made equal. So we must burn the books, Montag.  All the books.”

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missmarlenedietrich:


the public never knows what it’s getting by way of a Mason performance from one film to the next. I therefore represent a thoroughly insecure investment.

James Mason 

missmarlenedietrich:

the public never knows what it’s getting by way of a Mason performance from one film to the next. I therefore represent a thoroughly insecure investment.

James Mason