Fahrenheit 451 Figurative Language

With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world metaphor
before he reached the corner, however, he slowed as if a wind had sprung up from nowhere simile
as if someone had called his name simile
her dress was white and it whispered personification
he saw himself in her eyes … as if her eyes were two miraculous bits of violet amber that might capture and hold him intact simile
he stood looking up at the ventilator grille in the hall and suddenly remembered that something lay hidden behind the grille, something that seemed to peer down at him now. personification
she had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock simile
how like a mirror, too, her face. simile
she was like the eager watcher of a marionette show simile
complete darkness, not a hint of the silver world outside, the windows tightly shut, the chamber a tomb world where no sound from the great city could penetrate metaphor
the little mosquito-delicate dancing hum in the air, the electrical murmur of a hidden wasp snug in its special pink warm nest analogy
he felt his smile slide away, melt fold over and down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out simile
he wore his happiness like a mask simile
her face was like a snow-covered island simile
there was a tremendous ripping sound as if two giants had torn ten thousand miles of black lines down the seam simile
montag was cut in half hyperbole
he felt that the stars had been pulverized by the sound of the black jets personification
the earth would be covered with their dust like a strange snow simile
one of the machines slid down into your stomach like a black cobra down an echoing well simile
the old time gathered there metaphor
the men with the eyes of puff adders metaphor
his face a mask of ice metaphor
she had both ears plugged with electronic bees metaphor
never in a billion years hyperbole
he says I’m a regular onion metaphor
he felt his body divide itself into a hotness and a coldness hyperbole
it was like a great bee come home from some field where the honey is full of poison wildness simile
it’s like a lesson in ballistics. it has trajectory we decided on for it simile
it’s like a lot of funnels and a lot of water poured down the spout and out the bottom simile
montag you shin that pole like a bird up a tree simile
beatty was looking at him as if he were a museum statue simile
captain beatty there, rising in thunderheads of tobacco smoke metaphor
montag slid down the pole like a man in a dream simile
a fountain of books sprang down upon montag, as he climbed shuddering up the sheer stairwell metaphor
a page hung open and it was like a snowy feather simile
the fell like slaughtered birds simile
the woman stood below, like a small girl, among the bodies simile
his hand had done it all, his hand, with a brain of its own, with a conscience and a curiosity in each trembling finger, had turned thief personification
the books lay like great mounds of fishes left to dry simile
montag felt the hidden book pound like a heart against his chest simile
the poison jumped over from shoulder blade to shoulder blade like a spark leaping a gap simile
a great thunderstorm of sound gushed from the walls metaphor
the electric thimble moved like a praying mantis on the pillow simile
the shadow was like a breath exhaled upon the window simile
it was like a faint drift of greenish luminescent smoke simile
he felt her there, he saw her without opening his eyes, her hair burnt by chemicals to a brittle straw metaphor
because i’m afraid, montag thought. A child feigning illness, afraid to call because after a moment’s discussion, the conversation would run badly metaphor
empty the theaters save for clowns and furnish the rooms with glass walls and pretty colors running up and down the walls like confetti or blood or sherry or sauterne simile
surely you remember the boy in your own school class who was exceptionally bright, did most of the reciting and answering while the other sat like so many leaden idols, hating him simile
a book is a loaded gun in the house next door metaphor
luckily, queer ones like her don’t happen often. We know how to nip most of them in the bud, early idiom
we’ve got to start somewhere here, figuring out why we’re in such a mess. we’re heading right for the cliff analogy
comparing two unlike things using “like or as” simile
comparing two unlike things without using “like” or “as” metaphor
figurative phrase (meaning to it) idiom
an exaggeration hyperbole
comparing similar things analogy
giving an object human like traits personification
a word that resembles its sound onomatopoeia
an unexpected occurrence or action irony
play on words pun

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