"As you're well aware, when blowing one's nose, one invariably grasps it. And in grasping it, one stimulates this particular area here. According to the fundamentals of evolutionary theory, this area in turn will respond to said stimulation with disproportionate development. The skin naturally stiffens, the flesh gradually solidifies. Before long they've hardened to bone." "That'a a bit -- flesh can't just turn to bone." Kangetsu, as a bachelor of science, can't let this pass unchallenged. Meitei, undeterred, continues on. "Skepticism is duly warranted, but the proof lies in the pudding. There's no denying the bone is there. So the bone forms, yet the nose still runs. One can't ignore a runny nose. Actions follow, the sides of the nose are worn away. In the end, a tall, slender protrusion results -- a marvel to behold. As dripping water cuts stone, as the head of Pindola Bharadjava shines with radiant light, in the vein of wondrous fragrances and curious smells, thus is conjured the ridge of the nose." "But yours is round and puffy." "The speaker's features, lest he fall to their defense, are not up for debate. My wish here is to expound, for your benefit, on the nose possessed by the elder Kaneda, the most developed, the grandest, the rarest specimen in all the land." "Hii ya ya ya!" Kangetsu, despite himself, cheers in approval. "However, while extremes harbor certain magnificence, they're also, in another sense, frightful and repulsive. The ridge of that nose may be quite splendid, but it strikes one as overly precipitous. The great men of old, be they Socrates, Goldsmith, or Thackeray, all fell short in facial form and nasal structure. These shortcomings, though, were endearing. It's not sheer height that endears a nose to us, but rather distinction of form. 'Dumplings rather than noses,' or so I believe they say. Along those lines, in terms of aesthetic appeal, the Meitei nose is more or less ideal." Kangetsu and the master burst out laughing.