by Daniel John Johnson
Guest Writer, Dandelion Salad
originally published at counterfire.org, Feb. 20, 2014
March 13, 2014
In Ray Bradbury’s dystopian masterpiece Fahrenheit 451, inquisitive teenage heroine Clarisse McClellan muses:
“I sometimes think drivers don’t know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly. If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! he’d say, that’s grass! A pink blur! That’s a rose garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. My uncle drove slowly on a highway once. He drove forty miles per hour and they jailed him for two days. Isn’t that funny, and sad, too”?