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English H 30 Mar. 2012 Fahrenheit 451 Rewrite "'An hour a day, two hours, with these books, and maybe...'"(pg 76). The telephone rang. Mildred snatched the phone, but hesitated just before putting the receiver to her ear. The buzz of a voice radiated quietly from the speaker, a voice calling for Mildred's attention, but her attention was elsewhere. She looked at Montag, swallowed, and put the phone back down. The air was thick with silence. "Maybe what?" she asked in a near-whisper. "Maybe—well, maybe we could turn this mess around. Fix it. Fix something, do something, for once in our lives. Or at least try." "Why?" said Mil

Rain, My Love Rain falls on my windowpane, rain batters the weather-vane, I stare out into the cold and gray, soaking up the beautiful day, The water falling from the sky makes normal people sob and cry, But I couldn't love this weather more; for it's the rain that I adore. As the storm rages, the liquid falls, trickling softy down our outer  walls, Washing the world all through and through, presenting to us a world freshly clean and new, From the night sky the droplets leap, tenderly singing humanity to sleep, As it gleams in thin wet sheets, illuminated by lamps along the streets. Seeing clouds is what I love when I