Fire And Water Facing Your Fears And Crossing Your...

Alexander Lattin Mrs. Lee English 10 3 March 2014 Fire and water: Facing your Fears and Crossing your Boundaries â€Å"You gain strength confidence and courage by every experience in which you stop and really take the time to stop and look fear in the face† (Eleanor Roosevelt) Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury, and The Truman Show both present the trials but the overall triumphs of Truman and Montag and their journeys to victory. While exploring and pondering upon the text, Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury, certain themes appear that connect to The Truman Show which together suggest that knowing your fears and boundaries is certainly normal, yet it’s essential to not allow those fears and boundaries prevent you from knowing, discovering or†¦show more content†¦Montag is on a fire call, drowning books in kerosene, this routine is familiar, then Montag does something he knows he shouldn’t have, in fact, Beatty was just around the corner. â€Å"Montag’s hand closed like a mouth, crushed the book with wild devotion, with an insanity of mindlessness to his chest† (Bradbury 34). Montag Fears fire because it burns books, it burns fantasy, he also knows that fire is an obvious boundary. He knows that taking a book is frowned upon by most of society. Regardless, he took the book because he was curious and hungry for knowledge. Having knowledge would allow him to realize how important, and wonderful things really are supposed to be, he could experience happiness. He overlapped his fears and went past his boundaries and that’s what made him take the book in the first place. He becomes so intrigued in solving the concealed reality he feels that he should reveal his position to others. Upon entering his living room Montag is disgusted by the stupidity of the opinions and the viewpoints of Millie and her friends. â€Å"Montag said nothing but stood looking at the women s faces as he had once looked at the faces of saints in a strange church he had entered when he was a child. The faces of those enameled creatures meant nothing to him, So it was now, in his own parlor, with these women twisting in their chairs under his gaze, lighting cigarettes, blowing smoke, touching