The novel that I have selected is, "Fahrenheit 451" by Ray Bradbury
And then the voices began and they were talking, and he could hear nothing of what
the voices said, but the sound rose and fell quietly and the voices were turning the
world over and looking at it; the voices knew the land and the trees and the city which
lay down the track by the river. The voices talked of everything, there was nothing
they could not talk about, he knew from the very cadence and motion and continual
stir of curiosity and wonder in them.
And then one of the men looked up and saw him, for the first or perhaps the seventh
time, and a voice called to Montag:
"All right, you can come out now ! "
Montag stepped back into the shadows.
"It's all right," the voice said. "You're welcome here."
Montag walked slowly toward the fire and the five old men sitting there dressed in
dark blue denim pants and jackets and dark blue suits. He did not know what to say
to them.
"Sit down," said the man who seemed to be the leader of the small group. "Have
some coffee?"
He watched the dark steaming mixture pour into a collapsible tin cup, which was
handed him straight off. He sipped it gingerly and felt them looking at him with
curiosity. His lips were scalded, but that was good. The faces around him were
bearded, but the beards were clean, neat, and their hands were clean. They had
stood up as if to welcome a guest, and now they sat down again. Montag sipped.
"Thanks," he said. "Thanks very much."
"You're welcome, Montag. My name's Granger." He held out a small bottle of
colourless fluid. "Drink this, too. It'll change the chemical index of your perspiration.
Half an hour from now you'll smell like two other people. With the Hound after you,
the best thing is Bottoms up."
... In this novel, the protagonist, Montag, has escaped from the city in which he had worked as a fireman burning books, because they are illegal in that alternate version of reality. He escaped from a mechanical hound sent by the law enforcement, who could never lose a smell. Montag had murdered his Fire Captain and he escaped, met some companions who offered him a liquid that changed his scent. Thus completely destroying any chances of being found.
"". . . Mechanical Hound never fails. Never since its first use in tracking quarry has this
incredible invention made a mistake. Tonight, this network is proud to have the
opportunity to follow the Hound by camera helicopter as it starts on its way to the
target..." (Bradshaw)"In the city, he had a nearly fatal confrontation with a mechanical hound different from the one described in the quotation, which had wounded him and he had destroyed. It had injected him with a serum that undermined his ability to walk. Thus making it excruciatingly difficult to elude his hunters. He eventually evaded the hound, thus making him victorious in his escape. This is yet another example of how persistence is a key factor in achieving victory.
And then the voices began and they were talking, and he could hear nothing of what
the voices said, but the sound rose and fell quietly and the voices were turning the
world over and looking at it; the voices knew the land and the trees and the city which
lay down the track by the river. The voices talked of everything, there was nothing
they could not talk about, he knew from the very cadence and motion and continual
stir of curiosity and wonder in them.
And then one of the men looked up and saw him, for the first or perhaps the seventh
time, and a voice called to Montag:
"All right, you can come out now ! "
Montag stepped back into the shadows.
"It's all right," the voice said. "You're welcome here."
Montag walked slowly toward the fire and the five old men sitting there dressed in
dark blue denim pants and jackets and dark blue suits. He did not know what to say
to them.
"Sit down," said the man who seemed to be the leader of the small group. "Have
some coffee?"
He watched the dark steaming mixture pour into a collapsible tin cup, which was
handed him straight off. He sipped it gingerly and felt them looking at him with
curiosity. His lips were scalded, but that was good. The faces around him were
bearded, but the beards were clean, neat, and their hands were clean. They had
stood up as if to welcome a guest, and now they sat down again. Montag sipped.
"Thanks," he said. "Thanks very much."
"You're welcome, Montag. My name's Granger." He held out a small bottle of
colourless fluid. "Drink this, too. It'll change the chemical index of your perspiration.
Half an hour from now you'll smell like two other people. With the Hound after you,
the best thing is Bottoms up."
... In this novel, the protagonist, Montag, has escaped from the city in which he had worked as a fireman burning books, because they are illegal in that alternate version of reality. He escaped from a mechanical hound sent by the law enforcement, who could never lose a smell. Montag had murdered his Fire Captain and he escaped, met some companions who offered him a liquid that changed his scent. Thus completely destroying any chances of being found.
"". . . Mechanical Hound never fails. Never since its first use in tracking quarry has this
incredible invention made a mistake. Tonight, this network is proud to have the
opportunity to follow the Hound by camera helicopter as it starts on its way to the
target..." (Bradshaw)"In the city, he had a nearly fatal confrontation with a mechanical hound different from the one described in the quotation, which had wounded him and he had destroyed. It had injected him with a serum that undermined his ability to walk. Thus making it excruciatingly difficult to elude his hunters. He eventually evaded the hound, thus making him victorious in his escape. This is yet another example of how persistence is a key factor in achieving victory.
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