Lies he speaks.
He was right: I needed to be more careful. I am no longer the young and foolish Guy Montag: Faber made sure of it. He was my mentor now and there was no going back. With his help, we could change everything, stop the war and educate people. It’s a long run but it would be worth it. His words, drop by drop, fill my thirsty glass. I will never be completely full. I’ve known this man before from somewhere, like I’ve known him my whole boring life. That life was coming back to me. It was waiting.
I let him see and hear what Beatty had to say, how he controlled me. There was no way back to my old life. His voice in the earpiece guided me through the clouds of judgment and devilish words from Beatty. His voice was like a ray of sunlight in the stormy sky, “Montag, hold on!” The moth brushed [my] ear. “He’s muddying the waters!” (Bradbury 104). He was right of course: the Devil himself was against me.