“Picture
it. Nineteenth-century man with his horses, dogs, carts, slow motion. Then, in
the twentieth century, speed up your camera. Books cut shorter. Condensations.
Digests. Tabloids. Everything boils down to the gag, the snap ending.”
“Classics
cut to fit fifteen-minute radio shows, then cut again to fill a two-minute book
column, winding up at last as a ten- or twelve-line dictionary resume. I
exaggerate, of course. The dictionaries were for reference. But many were those
whose sole knowledge of Hamlet (you know the title certainly, Montag; it is
probably only a faint rumour of a title to you, Mrs. Montag) whose sole
knowledge, as I say, of Hamlet was a one-page digest in a book that claimed:
‘now at least you can read all the classics; keep up with your neighbours.’”
E poi la gente si chiede perchè dovrebbe leggere un libro
come "Fahrenheit 451". Forse perchè così saprebbe come giudicare
questo...
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