However, the story also ends with the police car that has Mead in it, headed toward Meads new destination. The story ends with both a reference to “one particular house” that was brilliantly illuminated. Many of Bradbury’s stories blend both a dark realism with elements or hints of hope. Stay where you are! Don’t move!” It is in this world that such misbehavior as walking merits a trip to the “Psychiatric Center for Research on Regressive Tendencies.” It is in this barren world that Leonard Mead, the walker and seer, is ordered by the police to “Stand still.
In other words, there was no longer a need for police (except for the extreme oddities such as Leonard Mead) because with the decline of literacy, civility, and conversation, the masses were no longer good or bad citizens. Even Leonard is incredulous because police are “…a rare, incredible thing in a city of three million, there was only one police car left…” This story, as well as Fahrenheit 451, seems to make the case that social and cultural change came first, and then political and municipal changes followed. On one particular evening, he is accosted by police. It is in this world of alienation, loss of walking, where most have their viewing screen “to see with” that normalcy has been defined to match social behavior and Leonard Mead is simply odd. A scene of keen engagement occurs when the reader is with Mead as “he listened to the faint push of his soft shoes through autumn leaves with satisfaction,…occasionally picking up a leaf as he passed, examining its skeletal pattern in the infrequent lamplights as he went on, smelling its rusty smell.” Even when the humane is absent, Leonard is still a human who is walking and who is seeing. Once he thinks that he hears the “murmur of laughter” but sadly concludes that it is not. Their homes are described as “tomb like building(s)” inhabited by “gray phantoms.” It is in this wasteland that Mead makes his daily “journey” on the streets overgrown with grass, due mainly to the non-use by any other pedestrians. Mead lives in a time when most people simply stay at home with their “viewing screen.” It is on his many walks that Leonard observed the empty and alienated lives that people in 2053 were merely passing through. It may very well be that where Leonard used to write to see, he now walks to see. Mead was at one time a “writer,” but now that “magazines and books didn’t sell anymore” he did not write. It is astonishing what Leonard has come to see in all this time of walking. Leonard Mead most dearly loved to do.” It has been during this “ten years of walking” “just walking” “every night” for “hours and miles” at a time that Leonard Mead has come to be a man that clearly sees his world. Set in the city on an early November evening in the year 2053 at 8:00 pm, The Pedestrian is a powerful fable about the glories of walking as a human activity, but the perils of walking in an age that no longer walks, sees, listens, or thinks.
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