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but to make its nature clearer to you,
Our Women are Straight Lines. Our Soldiers and Lowest Class of Workmen are Triangles with two equal sides, each about eleven inches long, and a base or third side so short (often not exceeding half an inch) that they form at their vertices a very sharp and formidable angle. Indeed when their bases are of the most degraded type (not more than the eighth part of an inch in size), they can hardly be distinguished from Straight Lines or Women; so extremely pointed are their vertices. With us, as with you, these Triangles are distinguished from others by being called Isosceles; and by this name I
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It is astonishing how much the Art—or I may almost call it instinct—of Sight Recognition is developed by the habitual practice of it and by the avoidance of the custom of “Feeling.”
intercourse would become perilous or impossible;
“The Irregular,” they say, “is from his birth scouted by his own parents, derided by his brothers and sisters, neglected by the domestics, scorned and suspected by society, and excluded from all posts of responsibility, trust, and useful activity.
if he is found to exceed the fixed margin of deviation,
If a man with a triangular front and a polygonal back were allowed to exist and to propagate a still more Irregular posterity, what would become of the arts of life?
the Priests and the Women alone still remained pure from the pollution of paint.
The unhappy girl committed suicide on discovering the fraud to which she had been subjected.
“It is impossible,” he said; “it is as inconceivable as that two and one should make five, or that the human eye should see a Straight Line.”
“If you mean by FEELING,” said the King, “approaching so close as to leave no space between two individuals, know, Stranger, that this offence is punishable in my dominions by death.
“This must not be,” I thought I heard him say: “either he must listen to reason, or I must have recourse to the last resource of civilization.”
the first hour of the first day of the two thousandth year of our era.
Coincidental
He then introduced me to the Cube,
Running sentence
Yet mark his perfect self-contentment, and hence learn his lesson, that to be self-contented is to be vile and ignorant, and that to aspire is better than to be blindly and impotently happy. Now listen.”
“Infinite beatitude of existence! It is; and there is nothing else beside It.”
