THE old fogy continues his questions. Why, when women or old men enter
the room, does every well-bred person not only offer them a seat, but
give them up his own?
Why do they make Ushakof or some Servian officer who comes to pay a
visit necessarily stay to tea or dinner?
Why is it considered wrong to let an older person or a woman help you on
with your overcoat?
And why are all these charming rules considered obligatory toward
others, when every day ordinary people come, and we not only do not ask
them to sit down or to stop to dinner or spend the night or render them
any service, but would look on it as the height of impropriety?
Where do those people end to whom we are under these obligations? By
what characteristics are the one sort distinguished from the others? And
are not all these rules of politeness bad, if they do not extend to all
sorts of people? And is not what we call politeness an illusion, and a
very ugly illusion?