Ray Bradbury. 451 degrees Fahrenheit (№ 19141)

In the end, we live in an age when people have no value. People in our time - as a paper napkin to blow your nose, crumple, throw, take another, blow, wad, flush. People don't have your face. How can you root for a football team when you do not know any programme of matches, no player names? Come on, tell me, for that matter, what color jerseys they play?