Flatland: A Romance of Many DimensionsAbbott, Edwin Abbott
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Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions
Abbott, Edwin Abbott
Fourth dimension
“I admit,” said he—when I mentioned to him this objection—“I admit the
truth of your critic’s facts, but I deny his conclusions. It is true
that we have really in Flatland a Third unrecognized Dimension called
‘height,’ just as it also is true that you have really in Spaceland a
Fourth unrecognized Dimension, called by no name at present, but which
I will call ‘extra-height.’ But we can no more take cognizance of our
‘height’ than you can of your ‘extra-height.’ Even I—who have been in
Spaceland, and have had the privilege of understanding for twenty-four
hours the meaning of ‘height’—even I cannot now comprehend it, nor
realize it by the sense of sight or by any process of reason; I can but
apprehend it by faith.
“The reason is obvious. Dimension implies direction, implies
measurement, implies the more and the less. Now, all our lines are
_equally_ and _infinitesimally_ thick (or high, whichever you like);
consequently, there is nothing in them to lead our minds to the
conception of that Dimension. No ‘delicate micrometer’—as has been
suggested by one too hasty Spaceland critic—would in the least avail
us; for we should not know _what to measure, nor in what direction_.
When we see a Line, we see something that is long and _bright;
brightness_, as well as length, is necessary to the existence of a
Line; if the brightness vanishes, the Line is extinguished. Hence, all
my Flatland friends—when I talk to them about the unrecognized
Dimension which is somehow visible in a Line—say, ‘Ah, you mean
_brightness_’: and when I reply, ‘No, I mean a real Dimension,’ they at
once retort, ‘Then measure it, or tell us in what direction it
extends’; and this silences me, for I can do neither. Only yesterday,
when the Chief Circle (in other words our High Priest) came to inspect
the State Prison and paid me his seventh annual visit, and when for the
seventh time he put me the question, ‘Was I any better?’ I tried to
prove to him that he was ‘high,’ as well as long and broad, although he
did not know it. But what was his reply? ‘You say I am “high”; measure
my “high-ness” and I will believe you.’ What could I do? How could I
meet his challenge? I was crushed; and he left the room triumphant.
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