Flatland: A Romance of Many DimensionsAbbott, Edwin Abbott
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Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions
Abbott, Edwin Abbott
Fourth dimension
I reflected. This danger was not to be trifled with. It would be better
to avoid it by omitting all mention of my Revelation, and by proceeding
on the path of Demonstration—which after all, seemed so simple and so
conclusive that nothing would be lost by discarding the former means.
“Upward, not Northward”—was the clue to the whole proof. It had seemed
to me fairly clear before I fell asleep; and when I first awoke, fresh
from my dream, it had appeared as patent as Arithmetic; but somehow it
did not seem to me quite so obvious now. Though my Wife entered the
room opportunely at just that moment, I decided, after we had exchanged
a few words of commonplace conversation, not to begin with her.
My Pentagonal Sons were men of character and standing, and physicians
of no mean reputation, but not great in mathematics, and, in that
respect, unfit for my purpose. But it occurred to me that a young and
docile Hexagon, with a mathematical turn, would be a most suitable
pupil. Why therefore not make my first experiment with my little
precocious Grandson, whose casual remarks on the meaning of 33 had met
with the approval of the Sphere? Discussing the matter with him, a mere
boy, I should be in perfect safety; for he would know nothing of the
Proclamation of the Council; whereas I could not feel sure that my
Sons—so greatly did their patriotism and reverence for the Circles
predominate over mere blind affection—might not feel compelled to hand
me over to the Prefect, if they found me seriously maintaining the
seditious heresy of the Third Dimension.
But the first thing to be done was to satisfy in some way the curiosity
of my Wife, who naturally wished to know something of the reasons for
which the Circle had desired that mysterious interview, and of the
means by which he had entered the house. Without entering into the
details of the elaborate account I gave her,—an account, I fear, not
quite so consistent with truth as my Readers in Spaceland might
desire,—I must be content with saying that I succeeded at last in
persuading her to return quietly to her household duties without
eliciting from me any reference to the World of Three Dimensions. This
done, I immediately sent for my Grandson; for, to confess the truth, I
felt that all that I had seen and heard was in some strange way
slipping away from me, like the image of a half-grasped, tantalizing
dream, and I longed to essay my skill in making a first disciple.
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