One summer evening, as I was walking in the fields, I heard somebody behind me calling out my name. I turned round, and saw a friend of mine, at the distance of 400 yards, approaching to join me. We each of us moved 200 yards, with our faces towards the other, in a direct line yet we were still 400 yards asunder. How could this be?

— The Nic-Nac; or, Oracle of Knowledge, Sept. 13, 1823