Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions — John Shaqi
Flatland: A Romance of Many DimensionsAbbott, Edwin Abbott
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Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions
Abbott, Edwin Abbott
Fourth dimension
Prostrating myself mentally before my Guide, I cried, “How is it, O
divine ideal of consummate loveliness and wisdom, that I see thy inside,
and yet cannot discern thy heart, thy lungs, thy arteries, thy liver?”
“What you think you see, you see not,” he replied; “it is not given to
you, nor to any other Being, to behold my internal parts. I am of a
different order of Beings from those in Flatland. Were I a Circle, you
could discern my intestines, but I am a Being composed, as I told you
before, of many Circles, the Many in the One, called in this country a
Sphere. And, just as the outside of a Cube is a Square, so the outside of
a Sphere presents the appearance of a Circle.”
Bewildered though I was by my Teacher’s enigmatic utterance, I no longer
chafed against it, but worshipped him in silent adoration. He continued,
with more mildness in his voice: “Distress not yourself if you cannot at
first understand the deeper mysteries of Spaceland. By degrees they will
dawn upon you. Let us begin by casting back a glance at the region whence
you came. Return with me a while to the plains of Flatland, and I will
show you that which you have so often reasoned and thought about, but
never seen with the sense of sight—a visible angle.” “Impossible!” I
cried; but, the Sphere leading the way, I followed as if in a dream, till
once more his voice arrested me: “Look yonder, and behold your own
Pentagonal house and all its inmates.”
I looked below, and saw with my physical eye all that domestic
individuality which I had hitherto merely inferred with the
understanding. And how poor and shadowy was the inferred conjecture in
comparison with the reality which I now beheld! My four Sons calmly
asleep in the North-Western rooms, my two orphan Grandsons to the South;
the Servants, the Butler, my Daughter, all in their several apartments.
Only my affectionate Wife, alarmed by my continued absence, had quitted
her room and was roving up and down in the Hall, anxiously awaiting my
return. Also the Page, aroused by my cries, had left his room, and under
pretext of ascertaining whether I had fallen somewhere in a faint, was
prying into the cabinet in my study. All this I could now _see_, not
merely infer; and as we came nearer and nearer, I could discern even the
contents of my cabinet, and the two chests of gold, and the tablets of
which the Sphere had made mention.
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Touched by my Wife’s distress, I would have sprung downward to reassure
her, but I found myself incapable of motion. “Trouble not yourself about
your Wife,” said my Guide; “she will not be long left in anxiety;
meantime, let us take a survey of Flatland.”
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