Celsius 233

Come Truffaut's firemen
Burn me among serried tomes
Old mad bookish man

Of course I thought about using Bradbury in the first line but Ray suffers from toomanysyllablitis, a terminal affliction to be avoided by haikuists.

And I love both works; and both endings, though I oscillate between preferring Bradbury's reaping the worldwind and Truffaut's nuanced and tantalising fade-to-mist.

Now, if only I could afford to have a second wall screen installed...

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