Flatland: A Romance of Many DimensionsAbbott, Edwin Abbott
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Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions
Abbott, Edwin Abbott
Fourth dimension
_Sphere._ Why will you refuse to listen to reason? I had hoped to find in
you—as being a man of sense and an accomplished mathematician—a fit
apostle for the Gospel of the Three Dimensions, which I am allowed to
preach once only in a thousand years: but now I know not how to convince
you. Stay, I have it. Deeds, and not words, shall proclaim the truth.
Listen, my friend.
I have told you I can see from my position in Space the inside of all
things that you consider closed. For example, I see in yonder cupboard
near which you are standing, several of what you call boxes (but like
everything else in Flatland, they have no tops nor bottoms) full of
money; I see also two tablets of accounts. I am about to descend into
that cupboard and to bring you one of those tablets. I saw you lock the
cupboard half an hour ago, and I know you have the key in your
possession. But I descend from Space; the doors, you see, remain unmoved.
Now I am in the cupboard and am taking the tablet. Now I have it. Now I
ascend with it.
I rushed to the closet and dashed the door open. One of the tablets was
gone. With a mocking laugh, the Stranger appeared in the other corner of
the room, and at the same time the tablet appeared upon the floor. I took
it up. There could be no doubt—it was the missing tablet.
I groaned with horror, doubting whether I was not out of my senses; but
the Stranger continued: “Surely you must now see that my explanation, and
no other, suits the phenomena. What you call Solid things are really
superficial; what you call Space is really nothing but a great Plane. I
am in Space, and look down upon the insides of the things of which you
only see the outsides. You could leave this Plane yourself, if you could
but summon up the necessary volition. A slight upward or downward motion
would enable you to see all that I can see.
“The higher I mount, and the further I go from your Plane, the more I can
see, though of course I see it on a smaller scale. For example, I am
ascending; now I can see your neighbour the Hexagon and his family in
their several apartments; now I see the inside of the Theatre, ten doors
off, from which the audience is only just departing; and on the other
side a Circle in his study, sitting at his books. Now I shall come back
to you. And, as a crowning proof, what do you say to my giving you a
touch, just the least touch, in your stomach? It will not seriously
injure you, and the slight pain you may suffer cannot be compared with
the mental benefit you will receive.”
Before I could utter a word of remonstrance, I felt a shooting pain in my
inside, and a demoniacal laugh seemed to issue from within me. A moment
afterwards the sharp agony had ceased, leaving nothing but a dull ache
behind, and the Stranger began to reappear, saying, as he gradually
increased in size, “There, I have not hurt you much, have I? If you are
not convinced now, I don’t know what will convince you. What say you?”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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