And I thought about books. And for the first time I realized that a man was behind each one of the books”(49). “Montag’s face was entirely numb and featureless; he felt his head turn like a stone carving to the dark place next door, set in its bright border of flowers.” (Pg 107) Montag has always cared about more than others more than himself and it’s enough to sway his emotions towards situations. “Beatty switched the green bullet off and thrust it in his pocket. ‘Well-so there’s more here than I thought. I saw you tilt your head, listening. First I thought you had a seashell. But when you turned clever later, I wondered. We’ll trace this and drop in on your friend.’ ‘No!’ Said Montag.” (Pg 112) “A shotgun blast went off in his leg every time he put it down and he thought, you’re a fool, a damn fool, and awful fool, an idiot, an awful idiot, a damn idiot, and a fool, a damn fool; look at the mess and where’s the mop, look at the mess, and what to do you do? Pride damnit, and temper, and you’ve junked it all, at the very start you vomit on everyone and on yourself. But everything at once, but everything one on top of another, Beatty, the woman, Mildred, Clarisse,