11/17/14

Beatty

            

                                             

                         The Struggle of Present Day Life

Dear Diary,

I am a little concerned for Montag. His life seems to be going down hill, which is always a bad thing. We don’t want people to be unhappy; we want people to be Happy. However, Montag doesn’t seem to understand books. With that being said, I’m concerned he is tempted to reading books to find answers to his poor pathetic life. Last night I tried to tell him about how unnecessary books are to people’s lives. He doesn’t understand that all it does is add fuel to the already burning fire of misfortune. He will understand, soon. If he does begin to read books, we will simply send 451 to burn the books in his house. If I don’t figure out he his hiding books on my own, I’m sure his wife will give me the hidden details that I’m not seeing. She doesn’t seem to care what the purpose of life is. In fact, a few days ago, she felt it was time to end her miserably failed life.

I’ve already mentioned to Montag on what the importance of life is, but I suppose you may not have gotten the memo. Life is a rollercoaster, not that it goes up and down, but sometimes you get scared and want to get off the ride. You already decided to ride the rollercoaster. There is no turning back; you just have to hold your gut till you get to the end. However, sometime it doesn’t end. Then there are people who feel the need to enjoy the ride, even if they are scared out of their minds. That is the importance of life. Instant pleasure. Doing what you want to do when you want to do it. In this life you have two options: live you life by choosing different ways of attacking the problem, and, at the end, prospering in life because of this decision; or you can have your leash pulled by someone with higher authority. I say put all this a side and find what makes you happy. I love my job. I hate books with a passion. So, I decided it would be good for me to join 451. My job is all about instant pleasure. I love the smell of kerosene burning the leather of the outer cover shell of the book, as well as the inner pages.  I love the stern, furious faces of the people when we first arrive at their doorstep. I love the sound of their frail voices pleading not to burn the books they have been hiding. It’s all part of instant pleasure. This is what I was trying to tell Montag. Now I’m just waiting for his wife to give me a call telling me Montag has hidden books in his house. He is obviously desperate to know what the meaning of life in his life is. Thus, he will start reading books, eventually. Apparently everything I told him simply whizzed passed his head, missing the message of my “Meaning of Life” Theory. Like I said, he will understand the downside to books, soon. I look forward to seeing Montag again. I got a few things I would like to say to this curious fellow.

Yours, Beatty