Page 3: (Pleasure)
The word pleasure struck me. It struck me, owing to the fact that books were being burned out of pleasure. To Guy Montag, it was his job to burn these books. Most firemen thought it a pleasure to smolder the defenseless books. In burning the books, they were burning the writers too. This oxymoron of Firemen setting houses ablaze out of pleasure perspicuously struck my interest.
Page 8: (Odd)
The word odd struck me. This is so by reason of interest. Clarisse McClellan was asking her new acquaintance questions when he laughed at her. She told him: "You laugh when I haven't been funny and you answer right off. You never stop to thin what I've asked you." This struck me in a strange manner. She is quite odd, but she merely tells the truth.
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