What Are People For?. Wendell Berry

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      Table of Contents

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Part I

       DAMAGE

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       HEALING

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       V

       VI

       VII

       VIII

       IX

       Part II

       A REMARKABLE MAN

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       HARRY CAUDILL IN THE CUMBERLANDS

       A FEW WORDS IN FAVOR OF EDWARD ABBEY

       WALLACE STEGNER AND THE GREAT COMMUNITY

       A POEM OF DIFFICULT HOPE

       STYLE AND GRACE

       WRITER AND REGION

       THE RESPONSIBILITY OF THE POET

       Part III

       GOD AND COUNTRY

       A PRACTICAL HARMONY

       AN ARGUMENT FOR DIVERSITY

       WHAT ARE PEOPLE FOR?

       WASTE

       ECONOMY AND PLEASURE

       THE PLEASURES OF EATING

       THE WORK OF LOCAL CULTURE

       WHY I AM NOT GOING TO BUY A COMPUTER

       LETTERS

       WENDELL BERRY REPLIES:

       FEMINISM, THE BODY, AND THE MACHINE

       WORD AND FLESH

       NATURE AS MEASURE

       Copyright Page

       To Gurney Norman

       Part I

       DAMAGE

      I have a steep wooded hillside that I wanted to be able to pasture occasionally, but it had no permanent water supply.

      About halfway to the top of the slope there is a narrow bench, on which I thought I could make a small pond. I hired a man with a bulldozer to dig one. He cleared away the trees and then formed the pond, cutting into the hill on the upper side, piling the loosened dirt in a curving earthwork on the lower.

      The pond appeared to be a success. Before the bulldozer quit work, water had already begun to seep in. Soon there was enough to support a few head of stock. To heal the exposed ground, I fertilized it and sowed it with grass and clover.

      We had an extremely wet fall and winter, with the usual freezing and thawing. The ground grew heavy with water, and soft. The earthwork slumped; a large slice of the woods floor on the upper side slipped down into the pond.

      The trouble was the familiar one: too much power, too little knowledge. The fault was mine.

      I was careful to get expert advice. But this only exemplifies what I already knew. No expert knows everything about every place, not even everything about any place. If one’s knowledge of one’s whereabouts is insufficient, if one’s judgment is unsound, then expert advice is of little use.


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