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i think so the people they were killing couldnt have any knowledge
Explanation:
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"Farenheit 451" was a popular novel by Bradbury which was published in 1953, which discussed a lot of technological conveniences the world would have in future, which eventually came true. Following is the list of technological conveniences mentioned by Bradbury in his novel, along with the examples from the novel:
1) Parlor Walls (Televisions) : "big walls in each room people and lived inside those wall"
2)Seashell and Thimble Radios (earbuds): "And in her ears the little Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind"
3) Ultra Fast Subway (Bullet trains): "The subway fled past him"
4) The self buttering toast (Automated machinary): "Toast popped out of a silver toaster, was seized by a spider metal hand that drenched it with melted butter"
5) The Beetle (Cars): "The beetle was in high thunder. The beetle came skimming. It was upto 120 mph, it was upto 130 mph atleast...."
Contrasting is to find how things are different.
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D. After your class, you will return the supplies ro the storage closet.
Sylvia runs home with dollar signs in her eyes but realizes that she physically can't "tell the heron's secret and give its life away" (2.13). It's never explicitly stated why she does this, but we'd peg her obvious love of nature as Exhibit A and her intense experience atop the oak tree as Exhibit B (for more on this tree experience, check out the "Symbolism, Imagery, Allegory" section—there's more there than meets the eye).
Although Sylvia remains in the forest, she never forgets the hunter, nor is she ever quite sure that she's made the right choice. Although Sylvia is a proto-hippie country gal at heart, she knows that the hunter represented a very different path her life could've taken, and as the story ends, she still wonders where it might have taken her. It doesn't exactly reek of regret, but seems more like a sort of forlorn daydream about what might have been. But hey—we all do that sometimes.
