"I have finished this book in April 1962, in the tenth month of my sabbatical year. The earth looks good from my window: the last protective brown leaves are falling from the oak and little yellow-green ones start from the twigs and branches of the willow; the Japanese quince is fully of tiny leaves, and the tinier buds of the quince blossoms are already pink among them. The peach tree that my wife planted from a pit is ten feet high this spring, and the dogweed is grey with a foam of new buds. It seems scarcely possible that the world should be in the state I describe in this book."
Jules Henry, Culture Against Man, Preface
