| With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world | metaphor |
| before he reached the corner, however, he slowed as if a wind had sprung up from nowhere | simile |
| as if someone had called his name | simile |
| her dress was white and it whispered | personification |
| he saw himself in her eyes … as if her eyes were two miraculous bits of violet amber that might capture and hold him intact | simile |
| he stood looking up at the ventilator grille in the hall and suddenly remembered that something lay hidden behind the grille, something that seemed to peer down at him now. | personification |
| she had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock | simile |
| how like a mirror, too, her face. | simile |
| she was like the eager watcher of a marionette show | simile |
| complete darkness, not a hint of the silver world outside, the windows tightly shut, the chamber a tomb world where no sound from the great city could penetrate | metaphor |
| the little mosquito-delicate dancing hum in the air, the electrical murmur of a hidden wasp snug in its special pink warm nest | analogy |
| he felt his smile slide away, melt fold over and down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out | simile |
| he wore his happiness like a mask | simile |
| her face was like a snow-covered island | simile |
| there was a tremendous ripping sound as if two giants had torn ten thousand miles of black lines down the seam | simile |
| montag was cut in half | hyperbole |
| he felt that the stars had been pulverized by the sound of the black jets | personification |
| the earth would be covered with their dust like a strange snow | simile |
| one of the machines slid down into your stomach like a black cobra down an echoing well | simile |
| the old time gathered there | metaphor |
| the men with the eyes of puff adders | metaphor |
| his face a mask of ice | metaphor |
| she had both ears plugged with electronic bees | metaphor |
| never in a billion years | hyperbole |
| he says I’m a regular onion | metaphor |
| he felt his body divide itself into a hotness and a coldness | hyperbole |
| it was like a great bee come home from some field where the honey is full of poison wildness | simile |
| it’s like a lesson in ballistics. it has trajectory we decided on for it | simile |
| it’s like a lot of funnels and a lot of water poured down the spout and out the bottom | simile |
| montag you shin that pole like a bird up a tree | simile |
| beatty was looking at him as if he were a museum statue | simile |
| captain beatty there, rising in thunderheads of tobacco smoke | metaphor |
| montag slid down the pole like a man in a dream | simile |
| a fountain of books sprang down upon montag, as he climbed shuddering up the sheer stairwell | metaphor |
| a page hung open and it was like a snowy feather | simile |
| the fell like slaughtered birds | simile |
| the woman stood below, like a small girl, among the bodies | simile |
| his hand had done it all, his hand, with a brain of its own, with a conscience and a curiosity in each trembling finger, had turned thief | personification |
| the books lay like great mounds of fishes left to dry | simile |
| montag felt the hidden book pound like a heart against his chest | simile |
| the poison jumped over from shoulder blade to shoulder blade like a spark leaping a gap | simile |
| a great thunderstorm of sound gushed from the walls | metaphor |
| the electric thimble moved like a praying mantis on the pillow | simile |
| the shadow was like a breath exhaled upon the window | simile |
| it was like a faint drift of greenish luminescent smoke | simile |
| he felt her there, he saw her without opening his eyes, her hair burnt by chemicals to a brittle straw | metaphor |
| because i’m afraid, montag thought. A child feigning illness, afraid to call because after a moment’s discussion, the conversation would run badly | metaphor |
| empty the theaters save for clowns and furnish the rooms with glass walls and pretty colors running up and down the walls like confetti or blood or sherry or sauterne | simile |
| surely you remember the boy in your own school class who was exceptionally bright, did most of the reciting and answering while the other sat like so many leaden idols, hating him | simile |
| a book is a loaded gun in the house next door | metaphor |
| we’ve got to start somewhere here, figuring out why we’re in such a mess. we’re heading right for the cliff | analogy |
| comparing two unlike things using “like or as” | simile |
| comparing two unlike things without using “like” or “as” | metaphor |
| an exaggeration | hyperbole |
| comparing similar things | analogy |
| giving an object human like traits | personification |
Fahrenheit 451 Figurative Language
February 8, 2020