 When asked about his profession, Mead tells the car that he is a writer, but the car does not understand, since no one buys books or magazines in the television-dominated society.The police car and its occupants can neither of them understand why Mead would be out walking for no reason, and so they decide to take him to the Psychiatric Center for Research on Regressive Tendencies and force him into the car.As the car passes through his neighborhood, Leonard Mead in the locked confines of the back seat says, "That's my house," as he points to a house warm and bright with all its lights on, unlike all other houses.