February 2010

We think that the short story “The Pedestrian” can’t be characterized exactly.

For the people, who are satisfied when they can relax, watch TV without any social contacts it’s a kind of utopia. That situation is a wishful thinking for media-junkies but that world doesn’t leave space for individuality anymore. Those diverging from the norm are not accepted in the society and for them it’s a dystopia.

The utopian point is less violence and a more comfortable life but everybody has to act in the same way. It’s impossible that everyone is satisfied with that situation and so the utopia isn’t a wish from every person.

not finished


The Pedestrian (1951)
By Ray Bradbury

To enter out into that silence that was the city at eight o’clock of a misty evening in November, to put your feet upon that buckling concrete walk, to step over grassy seams and make your way, hands in pockets, through the silences, that was what Mr Leonard Mead most dearly loved to do.

Asyndeton -> staccato-like

he was alone in this world of 2053 A.D., or as good as alone, and with a final decision made, a path selected, he would stride off, sending patterns of frosty air before him like the smoke of a cigar.

Mr Leonard Mead would pause, cock his head, listen, look, and march on, his feet making no noise 


‘Hello, in there,’ he whispered to every house on every side as he moved. ‘What’s up tonight on Channel 4, Channel 7, Channel 9?

The street was silent and long and empty,


If he closed his eyes and stood very still, frozen, he could imagine himself upon the center of a plain, a wintry, windless


In ten years of walking by night or day, for thousands of miles he had never met another person walking, not one in all that time.

The police, of course, but what a rare, incredible thing; in a city of three million, there was only one police car left, wasn’t that correct?

Rethorical question
‘Your name?’ said the police car in a metallic whisper


He hadn’t written in years


the gray or multi-colored lights touching their faces, but never really touching them

Walking,’ said Leonard Mead.
‘Just walking,’ he said simply, but his face felt cold.
‘Walking, just walking, walking?’
Walking where? For what?’
Walking for air. Walking to see.’


‘Not married,’ said the police voice behind the fiery beam. The moon was high and dear among the stars and the houses were gray and silent.


‘I explained; for air, and to see, and just to walk.’


educational aspirations Bildungsehrgeiz, Bildungssehnsüchte

Some 60% of – Ungefähr 60% von/der

to aspire (to) sth, toward sth – etw. anstreben, nach etw. streben

to pervert – verdrehen

to promote – fördern

to concern – beunruhigen, besorgen

to achieve – erreichen

to encourage – fördern, anregen, ermutigen

appropriate – passend

disturbingly – störend

presumably – vermutlich, warscheinlich

remarkable – bemerkenswert

flourisching – gedeihend, blühend

sophisticated – high standard, very good

serere – serious

concoct – zusammenstellen

unanimously decide – einstimmig entschieden

peers – group you belong to

interms of – in Bezug auf

to allocate sth – etw. aufteilen

to pool – zusammenfassen

to determine – bestimmen

to intimidates – einschüchtern

in order to – um zu..

to be continued…