All his time admiring fire and its destruction, yet Beatty's (arrogance?) blinds him. He fails to consider: this house, full of things, things that torment Montag and have only exacerbated his dissatisfaction into disillusionment, is cathartically burning. Burn the consumption, the parasocial, the constant buzzing, the ode to society, the performance of it all. Let it burn. Let it all burn. (This is my guess)
— Mar 15, 2026 01:02AM
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