Fahrenheit 451 Chapter 1 Dialectical Journal

“Lord Zaroff,” announced Wilfred in a husky and dead tone, “the guests will be arriving later today.” Wilfred proceeded to open the curtains allowing light to pour in like a trembling river, making darkness crawl into the corners of the room, reaching for the ceiling so it wouldn’t drown.
Wilfred’s eyes gave away nothing. No emotions at all. Not even how exhausted he should have been. He stepped out of the room before returning with a food cart. “Lord Zaroff, do forgive me for hindering your sleep, but if we don’t stick to the schedule you had intended for today, we won’t have everything ready.”
Zaroff arose from his dormancy that the sandman had provoked as Wilfred began splashing steaming water on crushed tea leaves over a pint-sized cup. Zaroff took the cup and sipped on the tea.

Have the carriage ready to leave in twenty minutes,” grunted Zaroff.

As Zaroff and Wilfred ascended out of the carriage, they exchanged greetings with a slim man sporting a bleached ivory coat, stethoscope draped around his neck, with a phosphorescent twinkling grin on his face. The man coerced Zaroff into the office and assisted him into a chair while Wilfred stood in the corner not making a sound at all before the man took his own seat.
“Doctor Frein, you’ve kept me waiting imperturbably. When are you going to clue me in on the mortals I get to entertain my boredom with?” Doctor Frein smirked.
“I’m going to tell you about them. You’ll be rendered speechless by what I was able to find this time around. I can assure you that your ‘game’ won’t end like it did last year with the death of your beloved butler, Ivan”
“Do tell me more then.”
“Well for one thing, I got royalty to play this