She would have come from Paradise and complained to God that the apple wasn't a winesap at all, but a great big pulpy Washington Delicious; and after the Ark she would have said that there had not been the animals, the spring rains, and the nice long ocean-voyage the prospectus from the travel agency had led her to expect—and that she had been most disappointed at not finding on Mount Ararat Prometheus.

Chapter 1, p. 9 - Pictures from an Institution (1954)