This is a highly personal book, perhaps too much so. I can't help it. I could no more write a dry technical manual than I could dance the Swan Lake Ballet. I have strong opinions, likes and dislikes. They are bound to find their way into these pages. If at times this book sounds like the drunk bellowing at the end of the bar, it was written, after all, by the drunk who is often seen at the end of the bar, bellowing.
My dislikes may offend you. Tisk tisk. So chat you may brace yourself, or so that we may start off on the wrong foot—which ever —I'll list a few here. I dislike businessmen, the American medical profession, "liberated" women, most architecture, agri-business, 90 percent of industry, cities, pavement, the .American philosophy of self-indulgence, strip-mining, clear-cutting, nuclear reactors, and anything having to do with recombinant DXA research and development. I consider television and the automobile two of the nation's greatest curses; the former because it rots the mind, the latter because it rots the body and destroys the land.
Mv likes may be equally offensive. I like tr.e protesters of the sixties, beatnicks, hippies, vippies, back-to-the-landers (including the women who will sometimes these days offer vou a cup of herb tea and serve it to you without a snarl), environmentalists, organic foods, the woods, wildlife, people who walk or ride bicycles, home-shop builders and back-yard tinkerers, fresh air, hard work, pure water, American Indians, saunas, my neighbors, my 40 acres, my dog, Bummer, and Nelly, my horse.