Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions — John Shaqi
Flatland: A Romance of Many DimensionsAbbott, Edwin Abbott
Science
Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions
Abbott, Edwin Abbott
Fourth dimension
“I am no Woman,” replied the small Line; “I am the Monarch of the world.
But thou, whence intrudest thou into my realm of Lineland?” Receiving
this abrupt reply, I begged pardon if I had in any way startled or
molested his Royal Highness; and describing myself as a stranger I
besought the King to give me some account of his dominions. But I had the
greatest possible difficulty in obtaining any information on points that
really interested me; for the Monarch could not refrain from constantly
assuming that whatever was familiar to him must also be known to me and
that I was simulating ignorance in jest. However, by persevering
questions I elicited the following facts:
It seemed that this poor ignorant Monarch—as he called himself—was
persuaded that the Straight Line which he called his Kingdom, and in
which he passed his existence, constituted the whole of the world, and
indeed the whole of Space. Not being able either to move or to see, save
in his Straight Line, he had no conception of anything out of it. Though
he had heard my voice when I first addressed him, the sounds had come to
him in a manner so contrary to his experience that he had made no answer,
“seeing no man,” as he expressed it, “and hearing a voice as it were from
my own intestines.” Until the moment when I placed my mouth in his World,
he had neither seen me, nor heard anything except confused sounds beating
against what I called his side, but what he called his _inside_ or
_stomach_; nor had he even now the least conception of the region from
which I had come. Outside his World, or Line, all was a blank to him;
nay, not even a blank, for a blank implies Space; say, rather, all was
non-existent.
His subjects—of whom the small Lines were Men and the Points Women—were
all alike confined in motion and eye-sight to that single Straight Line,
which was their World. It need scarcely be added that the whole of their
horizon was limited to a Point; nor could any one ever see anything but a
Point. Man, woman, child, thing—each was a Point to the eye of a
Linelander. Only by the sound of the voice could sex or age be
distinguished. Moreover, as each individual occupied the whole of the
narrow path, so to speak, which constituted his Universe, and no one
could move to the right or left to make way for passers by, it followed
that no Linelander could ever pass another. Once neighbours, always
neighbours. Neighbourhood with them was like marriage with us. Neighbours
remained neighbours till death did them part.
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