When planning public utilities, who thinks of a fat man? There
never was a hansom cab made that would hold a fat man comfortably
unless he left the doors open, and that makes him feel undressed.
There never was an orchestra seat in a theater that would contain
all of him at the same time--he churns up and sloshes out over the
sides. Apartment houses and elevators and hotel towels are all
constructed upon the idea that the world is populated by stock-size
people with those double-A-last shapes.
Take a Pullman car, for instance. One of the saddest sights known
is that of a fat man trying to undress on one of those closet shelves
called upper berths without getting hopelessly entangled in the
hammock or committing suicide by hanging himself with his own
suspenders. And after that, the next most distressing sight is
the same fat man after he has undressed and is lying there, spouting
like a sperm-whale and overflowing his reservation like a crock of
salt-rising dough in a warm kitchen, and wondering how he can turn
over without bulging the side of the car and maybe causing a wreck.
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