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Could it be possible for mankind to exist in a world without conflict, a world resplendent with ignorance and mindless followers thinking what they are told to think and completing the tasks they were told to do? Apparently so, for the novel Fahrenheit 451 shows a society where every item of conflict, every thought etched into parchment is incinerated to dark, abysmal ashes, for the greater good of the community. Who is to say if censorship should exist or not to the American public, for the decision is solely a matter of judgment? If censorship is permitted, someone would be forced to give their human opinion to describe just how far censorship would go. Can it be deemed moral to make the judgment call to erase pain and suffering from our lexicon of human emotions? To take away pain, sadness, anguish and conflict is an amazing and extreme idea that more often than not will end up right where it originated from, deep in the dark, demented mind of a society that is desperate to keep the status quo. Guy Montag’s life is based around these queries, and slowly he’s uncovered their meaning, one at a time until he’s ascertained his own life’s meaning. Montag was programmed by his outside world to stop making up his own mind for himself, and more on following sightlessly, questioning nothing, and doing all that was asked. At the inception of the story Montag was clearly used to the system of burning books, he himself admitted, “It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed (3).” Montag, as well as every other mature adult in this city, has been brainwashed by years of repetitive material that eventually got under his skin and into his fragile, shapeable psyche. He calls it “a pleasure” not just an occupation to be a fireman, but it truly is enjoyment to follow like a herd of sheep, burning all the solutions to assist us making our own minds up. Over and over his life is to burn the books and the houses that carry them, ripping apart families lives, generations of memories, and still he finds time for humor, “He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house (3).” How can their feelings be so black and charred, ironically resembling the books they burn themselves, that they will make humor out of someone’s ruined life?
Approximate Word count = 1403
Approximate Pages = 5.6
(250 words per page double spaced)
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