The Impact of Dover Beach

 "Go home and think of your first husband divorced and your second husband killed in a jet and your third husband blowing his brains out, go home and think of the dozens of abortions you've had, go home and think of your darn Cartesian sections too, and your children who hate your guts! Go home and think how it all happened and what did you ever do to stop it? Go home, Go home!" He yelled. Both women then began to leave the premise with a door slam, and the frustrated sounds of stomping feet. With out saying a word to each other, they each began to travel their own path. This left Mrs. Bowles with more in thought then Mrs. Phelps. Regardless they were never coming back. The unbearable words that Montag's spilled is unheard of to ever be spoken to, at least to a women.

WHAT IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS ARE THEY DOING IN THAT HOUSE? NO FIREMAN TAKES HOME LITERATURE TO READ ONE WEEK OF THE YEAR! EVEN THE IDEA OF THAT HAS NO SENSE TO IT! Bowles began to think to herself about some of the hatred things Montag had spoken to her. She has always hidden regret about some of those decisions, but tried not to go further as to think of it. Darn Montag is the crazy one here. I don't know what I did to deserve that, but I will make sure he gets what he deserves. I will make sure they never let another sane innocent soul in that awful dwelling again. Ever. That place must burn. 

The very next morning Mrs. Bowles and Phelps collected themselves and went to the local fire station where Montag worked. They knocked at the entrance to, in order to find not Montag answer but Beatty. "What can I do for y'all today?" he asked sincerely. "We have some suspicion about one of your firemen here. Montag." She said in the most revengeful voice possible. Mrs. Phelps, not one willing to speak up stood behind her shaking her head. "We went to his house last night, to find that Montag is keeping and READING pieces of literature in his dwelling. And Mildred knows about it but isn't doing any thing." She said in a demeaning tone. Beatty frowned and realized what he had to do but knew he would deeply regret it. "Thank you, we will look further into it this afternoon and hopefully see the real problem. Goodbye now." He shut the door, gathered some men, and the hound and drove to the home of Montag. "I knew this would come one day or another. I'm sorry Montag." Beatty thought, knowing exactly what was going on and what is about to happen.