“It’s a sunny little dream I have of a happier mankind,” the author protested to Playboy when challenged about the workability of his ideas. “I couldn’t survive my own pessimism if I didn’t have some kind of sunny little dream.” That’s mine, and don’t tell me I’m wrong: Human beings will be happier—not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities. That’s my utopia. That’s what I want for me.
