Farenheit 451 (pages 129-134).

Maybe it's because I've done a rash thing and and don't want to look the coward to you.

'-nose so sensitive the Mechanical Hound can remember and identify ten thousand odor indexes on ten thousand men without resetting!'

And there on the small screen was the burnt house, and the crowd and something with a sheet over it and out of the sky, fluttering, came the helicopter like a grotesque flower.

and if he kept his eye peeled quickly he would see himself, an instant before oblivion, being punctured for the benefitof how many civilian parlor-sitters who had been wakened from sleep a few minutes ago by the frantic sirening of their living room walls to come watch the big game, the hunt, the one-man carnival.

As the Hound seized him, in view of ten or twenty or thirty million people, mightn't he sum up his entire life in the last week in one single phrase or a word that would stay with them long after the Hound had turned, clenching him in its metal-plier jaws, and trotted of in darkness, while the camera remained stationery, watching the creature dwindle in the distance, a splendid fade-out!

Montag doused the exterior of the valise with whiskey.