The Placard Of Law 451 Summary

The placard of law 451-A3H greeted Paul Sheldon as he sat down at his desk in the small, half-lit room. Like the derelict calendar on the wall beside it—somehow perpetually fixed on the image of a boy frozen in February—the cracked ceiling, and the gaping maw of the Royal type-writer in front of him, the sight of the law itself, was a hated but all too familiar feature of the surrounding space. Closing his eyes, he could, without any mental effort, trace the curled and fraying edges of its pages. If he listened carefully, he could detect the rasping voice of every vowel, the catch of every consonant as the stale air in the room shifted the around the sea of government issued syllables. And, if he really focused, as he too often did, Paul could