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Copyright © 1962 by Philip K. Dick.

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

The version of the I Ching or Book of Changes used and quoted in this novel is the RichardWilhelm translation rendered into English by Cary F. Baynes, published by Pantheon Books,Bollingen Series XIX, 1950, by the Bollingen Foundation, Inc., New York. Hie haiku on page 45 is by Yosa Buson, translated by Harold G. Henderson, from the Anthologyof Japanese Literature, Volume One, compiled and edited ty Donald Keene, Grove Press, 1955,New York.

The Man In The High Castle

Hie waka on page 128 is by Chiyo, translated by Daisetz T. Suzuki, from Zen and JapaneseCulture, by Daisetz T. Suzuki, published by Pantheon Books, Bollingen Series LXIV, 1959, by theBollingen Foundation, Inc., New York, I have made much use of The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, A History of Nazi Germany, byWilliam L. Shirer, Simon and Schuster, 1960, New York; Hitler, a Study in Tyranny,byAlanBullock, Harper, 1953, New York; The Goebbels Diaries, 1942-1943, edited and translatedby Louis P. Lochner, Doubleday & Company, Inc., 1948, New York; The Tibetan Book of theDead, compiled and edited by W. Y. Evans-Wentz, Oxford University Press, 1960, New York; TheFoxes of the Desert, by Paul Carell, E.P. Dutton & Company, Inc., 1961, New York. And I owepersonal thanks to the eminent Western writer Will Cook for his help with material dealing withhistoric artifacts and the U. S. Frontier Period.

For a week Mr. R. Childan had been anxiously watching the mail. But the valuable shipment fromthe Rocky Mountain States had not arrived. As he opened up his store on Friday morning and sawonly letters on the floor by the mail slot he thought. I'm going to have an angry customer. Pouring himself a cup of instant tea from the five-cent wall dispenser he got a broom and beganto sweep; soon he had the front of American Artistic Handcrafts Inc. ready for the day, all spickand span with the cash register full of change, a fresh vase of marigolds, and the radio playingbackground music. Outdoors along the sidewalk businessmen hurried toward their offices alongMontgomery Street. Far off, a cable car passed; Childan halted to watch it with pleasure. Women intheir long colorful silk dresses ... he watched them, too. Then the phone rang. He turned to answerit.

them, too. Then the phone rang. He turned to answerit. 'Yes,' a familiar voice said to his answer. Childan's heart sank. 'This is Mr. Tagomi. Did my CivilWar recruiting poster arrive yet, sir? Please recall; you promised it sometime last week.' The fussy,brisk voice, barely polite, barely keeping the code. 'Did I not give you a deposit, sir, Mr. Childan,with that stipulation? This is to be a gift, you see. I explained that. A client.' 'Extensive inquiries,' Childan began, 'which I've had made at my own expense, Mr. Tagomi, sir,regarding the promised parcel, which you realize originates outside of this region and is therefore--' But Tagomi broke in, 'Then it has not arrived.' 'No, Mr. Tagomi, sir.' An icy pause. 'I can wait no furthermore,' Tagomi said. 'No sir.' Childan gazed morosely through the store window at the warm bright day and the SanFrancisco office buildings.

made Childan's ears bum. Place pulled, the dreadfulmortification of their situation. Robert Childan's aspirations and fears and torments rose up andexposed themselves, swamped him, stopping his tongue. He stammered, his hand sticky on thephone. The air of his store smelled of the marigolds; the music played on, but he felt as if he werefalling into some distant sea. Well . . .' he managed to mutter. 'Butter chum. Icecream maker circa 1900.' His mind refused tothink. Just when you forgot about it; just when you fool yourself. He was thirty-eight years old, andhe could remember the prewar days, the other times. Franklin D. Roosevelt and the World's Fair;the former better world. 'Could I bring various desirable items out to your business location?' hemumbled. An appointment was made for two o'clock. Have to shut store, he knew as he hung up the phone.No choice. Have to keep goodwill of such customers; business depends on them. Standing shakily, he became aware that someone — a couple — had entered the store. Youngman and girl, both handsome, well-dressed. Ideal. He calmed himself and moved professionally,easily, in their direction, smiling. They were bending to scrutinize a counter display, had picked upa lovely ashtray. Married, he guessed. Live out in City of the Winding Mists, the new exclusiveapartments on Skyline overlooking Belmont. 'Hello,' he said, and felt better. They smiled at him without any superiority, only kindness. Hisdisplays — which really were the best of their kind on the Coast — had awed them a little; he sawthat and was grateful. They understood. 'Really excellent pieces, sir,' the young man said. Childan bowed spontaneously.