Flatland: a romance of many dimensions
SECTION 1 Of the Nature of Flatland I call our world Flatland, not because we call it so, but to make its nature clearer to you, my happy readers, who are privileged to live in Space. Imagine a vast sheet of paper on which straight Lines, Triangles, Squares, Pentagons, Hexagons, and other figures, instead of remaining fixed in their places, move freely about, on or in the surface, but without the power of rising above or sinking below it, very much like shadows--only hard with luminous edges--and you will then have a pretty correct notion of my country and countrymen. Alas, a few years ago, I should have said "my universe:" but now my mind has been opened to higher views of things. In such a country, you will perceive at once that it is impossible that there should be anything of what you call a "solid" kind; but I dare say you will suppose that we could at least distinguish by sight the Triangles, Squares,
Bonne Esther got up, lit the lamp, stooped down and looked under the
beds. When she came to mine I looked out at her trembling. She
whispered, "Aren't you asleep yet?" and went on looking. She went
down to the end of the dormitory, opened the door, and closed it again;
but she was hardly back in bed with the light out before the latch of
the door made a little sound as though somebody were opening it. Bonne
Esther lit her lamp again and said, "Whatever is it? It cannot be the
cat opening the door by itself." It seemed to me that she was afraid.
I heard her moving about in her bed, and all of a sudden she called
out, "Oh dear, oh dear." Ismerie asked her what the matter was. She
said that a hand had opened the door, and she had felt a breath on her
face. In the twi-darkness we saw the door half open. I was very
frightened. I thought it was the devil who had come to fetch me. We
waited a long, long time, but we heard nothing more. Bonne Esther
asked if one of us would get up and put the light out, although it was
not very far from her own bed. Nobody answered. Then she called me.
I got up and she said, "You are such a good little girl that ghosts
won't do any harm to you." She put her head under the bedclothes, and
I blew the lamp out. And directly it was put out I saw thousands of
shining specks of light, and felt something cold on my cheeks. I was
sure that there were green dragons, with mouths aflame, under the beds.
I could feel their claws on my feet, and lights were jumping about on
each side of my head. I wanted to sit down, and when I got to my bed I
was quite sure that my two feet had gone. When I dared, I stooped down
and felt for them. They were very cold. I went to sleep at last
SECTION 1 Of the Nature of Flatland I call our world Flatland, not because we call it so, but to make its nature clearer to you, my happy readers, who are privileged to live in Space. Imagine a vast sheet of paper on which straight Lines, Triangles, Squares, Pentagons, Hexagons, and other figures, instead of remaining fixed in their places, move freely about, on or in the surface, but without the power of rising above or sinking below it, very much like shadows--only hard with luminous edges--and you will then have a pretty correct notion of my country and countrymen. Alas, a few years ago, I should have said "my universe:" but now my mind has been opened to higher views of things. In such a country, you will perceive at once that it is impossible that there should be anything of what you call a "solid" kind; but I dare say you will suppose that we could at least distinguish by sight the Triangles, Squares,