| I’ve hit the bull’s-eye | idiom |
| a beetle-taxi | metaphor |
| her mouth gone, without lipstick | hyperbole |
| gobbledegook | idiom |
| Their covers were torn off and spilled out like swan feathers | simile |
| The books leapt and danced like roasted birds | simile |
| one huge bright yellow flowers of burning | metaphor |
| great islands of perspiration drenching his armpits | metaphor |
| The last rolling thunder of the avalanche stoned down about his ears | metaphor |
| hiss like a great mouthful of spittle banging a red-hot stove | simile |
| a bubbling and frothing as if salt had been poured over a monstrous black snail | simile |
| twisted in on himself like a charred wax doll | simile |
| a bloom of fire | metaphor |
| a single wondrous blossom that curled in petals | metaphor |
| The other was like a chunk of burnt pine log | simile |
| a shower of silver needles gushed up the length of the calf | metaphor |
| The pains were spikes driven in the kneecap | metaphor |
| then only darning needles | metaphor |
| then only common ordinary safety pins | metaphor |
| the prickling was like someone blowing a spray of scalding water on that leg | simile |
| he felt that Faber was really dead, baked like a roach | simile |
| It seemed like a boatless river | simile |
| a gas station, a great chunk of porcelain | metaphor |
| a great whirling whisper | personification |
| it seemed someone had blown the gray head off a dry dandelion flower | analogy |
| Two dozen helicopters flurried, wavering indecisive, three miles off like butterflies puzzled by autumn | analogy |
| His lungs were like burning brooms in his chest | simile |
| He kept moving them from hand to hand as if they were a poker hand he could not figure | simile |
| the helicopters falling falling like the first flakes of snow | simile |
| the helicopters fluttered like torn pieces of paper in the sky | simile |
| I can’t breathe | hyperbole |
| It’s a wonder it didn’t show on me, like fat | simile |
| hole up | idiom |
| The sweat of his hand hung from the doorknob, invisible but as numerous as the jewels of a small chandelier | simile |
| He was a luminous cloud, a ghost that made breathing once more impossible | metaphor |
| came the helicopters like a grotesque flower | simile |
| The circus must go on | idiom |
| kept his eye peeled | idiom |
| The Hound, like autumn, come cold and dry and swift | simile |
| his breath, like a doubled fist, in his chest | simile |
| The helicopters were closer, a great blowing of insects to a single light source | analogy |
| the million odors on a wind | hyperbole |
| Another year ticked by in a single hour | hyperbole |
| you look like hell | idiom |
| he did a million things in his life | hyperbole |
| to hell with that | idiom |
| Now, a full three seconds, all of the time in history | hyperbole |
| we’ll build the biggest ******* steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it up | analogy |
| The day was brightening all about them as if a pink lamp had been given more wick | analogy |
Fahrenheit 451 Part 3 Figurative Language
February 7, 2020