In earlier times, telephone systems were so small that you could call the person at the switchboard and say plainly, "Put me through to my friend Joanne Smith please," and it could be done. This has not changed. The difference is that nowadays the switchboard operators are whales.
Each number struck sends out a sonar impulse, which is understood by the whales as one letter of a mysterious place-name.
Once it has identified the place-name, the whale plugs your telephone line into the correct spot on the board.
So we speak to them through sonar impulses. Every number is prefaced with an impulse meaning Please. The whales believe that we are fastidiously polite.
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