A city-hired consultant from a firm called Urban Futures was booed repeatedly by the agitated homeowners as he talked deadpan, in bureaucratese, about his firm's evidentiary record pointing to blight in the neighborhood.

Although temporal and spatial thinking are never really alternative to each other, I've consistently tried in Touching Feeling to push back against an occupational tendency to underattend to the rich dimension of space.

How much attention can you sacrifice to the cock-prance of Led Zeppelin or cheesy humpa-humpa metaphors of AC/DC or the heaping pile of dead or brutalized women that amasses in Big Black's discography?

We shall not be concerned with abundant numbers in this book, nevertheless it may be helpful to use this historical example as an illustration. We note the property that any multiple of an abundant number is abundant.