Montag's hands were grabbing the woman's books. Montag's hand took a book, which he crushed to his chest. Montag is afraid his hands will make him a thief. Montag's hand closed like a mouth, crushed the book with wild devotion, with an insanity of mindlessness to his chest. The men above were hurling shovelfuls of magazines into the dusty air. They fell like slaughtered birds and the woman stood below, like a small girl, among the bodies. Montag had done nothing. His hand had done it all, his hand, with a brain of its own, with a conscience and a curiosity in each trembling finger, had turned thief. Now, it plunged the book back under his arm, pressed it tight to sweating armpit, rushed out empty, with a magician's flourish! Look here! Innocent! Look!
In the poem it says " the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt" it is saying the curtains frightened him. that just what i think but it has been a while sense i read that poem so<span />
Explanation: This means that there is always something positive, and something negative in a situation. There is always a silver lining on every grey cloud. A situation is bad if you look at it negatively, but it will be better once you look at it from a positive perspective.
