No one has time anymore for anyone else,
Or grass, or flowers,
because they never see them slowly.
How inconvenient,
Technology, mass exploitation, and minority pressure.
The crime of driving at too low a speed,
In a single word, a few words,
The sun burnt every day, it burnt Time.
Bradbury, Ray. Fahrenheit 451. New York: Del Rey Book, 1991.
Pages: 9,23,36,58, 128,134
