Flatland: A Romance of Many DimensionsAbbott, Edwin Abbott
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Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions
Abbott, Edwin Abbott
Fourth dimension
Now my humble fear is that this double training, in language as well as
in thought, imposes somewhat too heavy a burden upon the young,
especially when, at the age of three years old, they are taken from the
maternal care and taught to unlearn the old language—except for the
purpose of repeating it in the presence of their Mothers and Nurses—and
to learn the vocabulary and idiom of science. Already methinks I discern
a weakness in the grasp of mathematical truth at the present time as
compared with the more robust intellect of our ancestors three hundred
years ago. I say nothing of the possible danger if a Woman should ever
surreptitiously learn to read and convey to her Sex the result of her
perusal of a single popular volume; nor of the possibility that the
indiscretion or disobedience of some infant Male might reveal to a Mother
the secrets of the logical dialect. On the simple ground of the
enfeebling of the Male intellect, I rest this humble appeal to the
highest Authorities to reconsider the regulations of Female Education.
_PART II
OTHER WORLDS_
“_O brave new worlds,_
_That have such people in them!_”
_PART II_
OTHER LANDS
§ 13.—_How I had a Vision of Lineland._
It was the last day but one of the 1999th year of our era, and the first
day of the Long Vacation. Having amused myself till a late hour with my
favourite recreation of Geometry, I had retired to rest with an unsolved
problem in my mind. In the night I had a dream.
I saw before me a vast multitude of small Straight Lines (which I
naturally assumed to be Women) interspersed with other Beings still
smaller and of the nature of lustrous Points—all moving to and fro in one
and the same Straight Line, and, as nearly as I could judge, with the
same velocity.
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A noise of confused, multitudinous chirping or twittering issued from
them at intervals as long as they were moving; but sometimes they ceased
from motion, and then all was silence.
Approaching one of the largest of what I thought to be Women, I accosted
her, but received no answer. A second and third appeal on my part were
equally ineffectual. Losing patience at what appeared to me intolerable
rudeness, I brought my mouth into a position full in front of her mouth
so as to intercept her motion, and loudly repeated my question, “Woman,
what signifies this concourse, and this strange and confused chirping,
and this monotonous motion to and fro in one and the same Straight Line?”
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