Manners
We build our persons from simple dimensions:Up, down, front, back, left, right, round, flat, long, short.We believe these rules are fixed and stable;And all can count on our inferences:They make a world of comfortable edgesThat predict exclusion, our deepest pride.A child at table pouts, wrinkles his noseAt the smoosh of green on his field of cheeseWhere he had meant to play for his pleasure.So tyrants prepare their domains to dine.
We build our persons from simple dimensions:Up, down, front, back, left, right, round, flat, long, short.We believe these rules are fixed and stable;And all can count on our inferences:They make a world of comfortable edgesThat predict exclusion, our deepest pride.A child at table pouts, wrinkles his noseAt the smoosh of green on his field of cheeseWhere he had meant to play for his pleasure.So tyrants prepare their domains to dine.
