The height of good manners
IN England, we did not shake hands (‘Navigating the pecking order’, February 8). When, in the 1930s, two Englishmen reached the summit of a mountain in the Himalayas, one of them actually wrote that ‘we so far forgot ourselves as to shake hands on it’.
I didn’t shake hands at home until well past the 1960s, although I had to in Germany. In conversation some years later with a member of the European Commission, I put it forcibly that, in the interests of European unity, I was now shaking hands. ‘And if the Lisbon Treaty is passed, you’ll be kissing,’ he replied. David Damant, Rutland