Alexandra Lafe'e

“When they reached her house all its lights were blazing.
What's going on? Montag had rarely seen that many house lights.
Oh, just my mother father and uncle sitting around, talking. It's like being a pedestrian, only rarer. My uncle was arrested another time--did I tell you?--for being a pedestrian. Oh, we're MOST peculiar.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451