| (quoted from The Symbol of Darkness: A Tale of an Unknown Quantity)
There
were the warlike Symbols, who had borne the royal flag through
many perilous campaigns; tall people of fight, lordly with plumes and
armor. There were the mysterious Surds, the princely Polynomials,
and the uneasy Radicals, who were suspected of Red Republicanism:
also all signs and expressions, homogeneous or heterogeneous, all
tribes , all clans which hold estates , honors, dignities and franchises
from the throne. The doors of the hall were open; a four- decker
with the admiral of Britain could have sailed through. Behind , you
looked down upon the ocean, but on the wide area in front, the stand
ing army of the empire , the innumerable Logarithms, were drawn
up in solid columns even to the edge of the precipices. Their venerable Radix , a weather- beaten, invulnerable, unterrified old hero, sat
like cast-iron, in a conspicious chariot above all the hosts. The
heavy field and battering formulae, were planted in battery at inter
vals among the deep masses, and the Sines and Cotangents spread
in clouds on the flank; their squadrons seeming like the locusts for
multitude .
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