"And in her ears the little Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind."
— Bradbury, Ray (1920-2012)
Author
Work Title
Date
1951
Metaphor
"And in her ears the little Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind."
Metaphor in Context
Without turning on the light he imagined how his room would look. His wife stretched on the bed, uncovered and cold, like a body displayed on the lid of a tomb, her eyes fixed to the ceiling by invisible threads of steel, immovable. And in her ears the little Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind. The room was indeed empty. Every night the waves came in and bore her off on their great tides of sound, floating her, wide-eyed, toward the morning. There had been no night in the last two years that Mildred had not swum that sea, had not gladly gone down in it for the third time.
(p. 10)
(p. 10)
Categories
Citation
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451, 60th Anniversary edition (Simon and Schuster, 2013)
Date of Entry
05/23/2014
