LAST LOG

In the last few ages of this novel it leaves us with a bit of a cliffhanger; first, Montag has met up with professors and other intellectual people and is now traveling with them. Second, the man who goes by Granger who explains how they came to be in that position, of being runaways. When Montag successfully escapes the chase he wanders around carelessly like a drunken deer until he finds a warm light source; fire. He begins to realize that he never knew fire could be so warm; that it could take just as much as it can give. Granger then tells him to come out of hiding, which Montag does, giving him a chemical liquid to drink he says I gives him the scent of two other people as to not track the Hound. Granger goes on about how he knew it was Montag from the news they watched, they all began to watch again.  The police couldn’t end the chase without Montag being caught so they went to the other side of the city and caught and killed some poor person who was just taking a midnight stroll. When introducing people, Granger tells their name and former occupation, but what is strange is that…these people are known for the books they carry. In their heads. Each person memorized a book exactly on point every word, and becomes that book. They’ll share it in the future but the process took 20 years to perfect. They are also book burners. The read then burn. They are all bits and pieces of literature. “You are not to feel superior to anyone.” “But that’s the wonderful thing about man; he never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he gives up doing it all over again, because he knows very well it is important ad worth the doing.” Montag starts to look at them and make comments about their appearances in his head someone states, “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.” Which I find is a pun in this case, because they are technically all books. Later they begin to go downstream and the war begins. Bombs, missiles everything. Buildings were being destroyed and Montag screamed to run! HE screamed this to Clarisse, Mildred, and Faber. In the mist of all this Montag remembers where they met: Chicago. The city is dead, turned to look like a flat area of powder. Granger starts to compare this to the Phoenix. They are exactly like the Phoenix but they had something it never had. They knew the damn silly things they did.

“And on either side if the river was there a tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month; And the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.”

Montag became the Book of Ecclesiastes.