Each family, nay, each member of each family, has, or soon hopes to have, his own television set and private automobile, the elegant instruments of his estrangement from others. Is it even conceivable for a community to take root in a neighborhood teeming with cars, transistors and television sets, in which character of ordinary people, their eccentricities, their spontaneity, their convictions, their once-intimate gossip have all been dried up by the ever-flickering screen?
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