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live in a fifteenth- century farm house that boasts a cat’s slide roof, a chimney stack leaning like the tower of Pisa, and a living-room whose ceiling is supported by an im mense wooden beam low enough to stun anyone taller than a jockey. In other words, it looks like the quintessential English country cottage. But quaint though they now seem, those three elements—the roof, the chimney and the beam— are evidence of a revolution in human behavior. Looking at them, I can be as sure as a detective surveying a murder scene that almost exactly five hundred years ago, my predecessor in the house was infected by an idea that had never existed before. It changed him so radically that he altered the shape of the entire building so that it would reflect the new way that he thought about himself and the world around him. Built of clay, lime, and horsehair to bind the materials together, the house had originally consisted of a single space like a medieval hall, with a fire burning in the middle of the earth floor whose smoke drifted up to the beams supporting the roof. One end would have been allocated to sleeping and storage. Until about 1530, the farmer and his wife used to eat, cook, spin wool, churn butter, shelter lambs, hire labor, and meet neighbors in the hall, and on a freezing winter’s night they would even bed down close to the warmth of the fire. All that way of life disappeared within a generation. The farmer was not alone. Just sixty miles away in the Essex village of Radwinter, the Reverend William Harrison began collecting the reminiscences of elderly neighbors during the 1570s for his Description of Britain and England. He noted one thing in par ticu lar that the old men in the village thought