 What can be determined about the language used in the futuristic civilization that Jerome visits?
There is one fact no sane man can quarrel with ... But some men aren't sane; thus it isn't always so! You will, you know, so why quibble about it? At least, you always have ... or do ... or will. You're wondering whether to give me a drink, as I remember it. And naturally, since we have the same tastes, you can make the same for me as you're having. And you can look at the revenue stamp date, if you still doubt my story. It's a real wrench when a man meets himself for the first time. Some kind of telepathy seems to work between two of the same people. So let's begin when you get up in half an hour and come out with me. Yes, it'll be pretty obvious it must be a time machine. You'll be puzzling over what I'll tell you, and you'll be getting used to the idea that you are the man who makes atomic power practical. Jerome Boell, just a plain engineer, the man who put atomic power in every home. You won't exactly believe it, but you'll want to go along. You are completely outside of time and space, as best you can guess how things are. Then it comes to you slowly that you're actually traveling in time. Well, I asked it after I was told, then I came back and told it to you, and I still can't help answering when you speak. "Maybe it's no dimension—or it might be the fifth; if you're going to skip over the so-called fourth without traveling along it, you'd need a fifth. I figured out once that such a universe would need some seven or eight time and space dimensions. Maybe there is no machine, and it's just easier for us to imagine it. When you spend thirty years thinking about it, as I did—and you will—you get further and further from an answer. That means you either carry a small time field with you, or you are catching a small increment of time from the main field. You suddenly realize that everything in the machine is wide open, yet you haven't seen any effects of air loss. Out there is neither time nor space, apparently. In spite of Einstein, you have always had the idea that time is an effect of gravity, and I sort of agree, still. And it's a pretty easygoing civilization, from what I could see.
 They are lazy, based on the slurring and laws against physical exertion.
 They are lazy, based on the slurring and laws against physical exertion.  They are all drunks, based on the slurring.  They are all moving at a snail pace, based on the slurring and relaxed tempers.  They are all in a hurry, based on the slurring.