A simile is a figure of speech that compares two different
things. Often the things are nothing alike at first glace, but the comparison helps
bring to light characteristics of each that a person might not have noticed before.
One side note, the page numbers that I will provide might
not match up correctly with your book. There are a lot of different printed versions of
the book, so there might be some discrepancy between my pages and your pages.
Page 4: Montag is talking to Clarisse and she says the
following:
"Oh, just my mother and father and uncle sitting
around, talking. It's like being a pedestrian, only rarer. My uncle was arrested another
time-did I tell you?-for being a pedestrian. Oh, we're most
peculiar."
Later on that same
page, Montag describes her face. He describes it as the
following:
She had a very thin face like the dial of a
small clock seen faintly in a dark room in the middle of a night when you waken to see
the time and see the clock telling you the hour and the minute and the second, with a
white silence and a glowing, all certainty and knowing what it has to tell of the night
passing swiftly on toward further darknesses but moving also toward a new
sun.
Moments later, Montag
describes her face with another simile.
He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror,
too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know that refracted your own
light to you?
Then
immediately following that thought, Bradbury uses a simile to describe Clarisse's
demeanor.
What incredible power of identification the girl
had; she was like the eager watcher of a marionette show, anticipating each flicker of
an eyelid, each gesture of his hand, each flick of a finger, the moment before it
began.
Montag's thoughts
about Clarisse stand in stark contrast to his thoughts about his wife on page five.
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.
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