Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions — John Shaqi
Flatland: A Romance of Many DimensionsAbbott, Edwin Abbott
Science
Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions
Abbott, Edwin Abbott
Fourth dimension
_Feeling_ is, among our Women and lower classes—about our upper classes I
shall speak presently—the principal test of recognition, at all events
between strangers, and when the question is, not as to the individual,
but as to the class. What therefore “introduction” is among the higher
classes in Spaceland, that the process of “feeling” is with us. “Permit
me to ask you to feel and be felt by my friend Mr. So-and-so”—is still,
among the more old-fashioned of our country gentlemen in districts remote
from towns, the customary formula for a Flatland introduction. But in the
towns, and among men of business, the words “be felt by” are omitted and
the sentence is abbreviated to, “Let me ask you to feel Mr. So-and-so”;
although it is assumed, of course, that the “feeling” is to be
reciprocal. Among our still more modern and dashing young gentlemen—who
are extremely averse to superfluous effort and supremely indifferent to
the purity of their native language—the formula is still further
curtailed by the use of “to feel” in a technical sense, meaning, “to
recommend-for-the purposes-of-feeling-and-being-felt”; and at this moment
the “slang” of polite or fast society in the upper classes sanctions such
a barbarism as “Mr. Smith, permit me to feel you Mr. Jones.”
Let not my Reader however suppose that “feeling” is with us the tedious
process that it would be with you, or that we find it necessary to feel
right round all the sides of every individual before we determine the
class to which he belongs. Long practice and training, begun in the
schools and continued in the experience of daily life, enable us to
discriminate at once by the sense of touch, between the angles of an
equal-sided Triangle, Square, and Pentagon; and I need not say that the
brainless vertex of an acute-angled Isosceles is obvious to the dullest
touch. It is therefore not necessary, as a rule, to do more than feel a
single angle of any individual; and this, once ascertained, tells us the
class of the person whom we are addressing, unless indeed he belongs to
the higher sections of the nobility. There the difficulty is much
greater. Even a Master of Arts in our University of Wentbridge has been
known to confuse a ten-sided with a twelve-sided Polygon; and there is
hardly a Doctor of Science in or out of that famous University who could
pretend to decide promptly and unhesitatingly between a twenty-sided and
a twenty-four sided member of the Aristocracy.
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