Some Settling May Occur During Handling
A story from the past - junior high, actually - that just floated to the surface.
Math class. The teacher explains about points, that they're infinitely small. She puts a jar on her desk.
"How many points are in this jar?" she asks us.
After a fair amount of adolescent natter and gormish, the class decides that there's an infinite amount. (This, by the way, is the right answer).
She moves the jar to the other side of the desk. "Now how many points are in the jar? Are there more points or are there fewer points?"
"More!" says one student, decisively.
"More?" the teacher inquires. "What makes you say 'more'?"
"Some of 'em coulda broke in half when you moved the jar!"
Math class. The teacher explains about points, that they're infinitely small. She puts a jar on her desk.
"How many points are in this jar?" she asks us.
After a fair amount of adolescent natter and gormish, the class decides that there's an infinite amount. (This, by the way, is the right answer).
She moves the jar to the other side of the desk. "Now how many points are in the jar? Are there more points or are there fewer points?"
"More!" says one student, decisively.
"More?" the teacher inquires. "What makes you say 'more'?"
"Some of 'em coulda broke in half when you moved the jar!"