1760676Flatlandhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/flatland-33/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1455632/fb285da5-1c11-40b1-aca2-3621f1941c30.jpg?v=6383381520307000002121MXNeBooksInStock/Ebooks/1733385Flatland2121https://www.gandhi.com.mx/flatland-33/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1455632/fb285da5-1c11-40b1-aca2-3621f1941c30.jpg?v=638338152030700000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20181230002180540_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_If my poor Flatland friend retained the vigour of mind which he enjoyed when he began to compose these Memoirs, I should not now need to represent him in this preface, in which he desires, firstly, to return his thanks to his readers and critics in Spaceland, whose appreciation has, with unexpected celerity, required a second edition of his work; secondly, to apologize for certain errors and misprints (for which, however, he is not entirely responsible); and, thirdly, to explain one or two misconceptions. But he is not the Square he once was. Years of imprisonment, and the still heavier burden of general incredulity and mockery, have combined with the natural decay of old age to erase from his mind many of the thoughts and notions, and much also of the terminology, which he acquired during his short stay in Spaceland. He has, therefore, requested me to reply in his behalf to two special objections, one of an intellectual, the other of a moral nature.The first objection is, that a Flatlander, seeing a Line, sees something that must be THICK to the eye as well as LONG to the eye (otherwise it would not be visible, if it had not some thickness); and consequently he ought (it is argued) to acknowledge that his countrymen are not only long and broad, but also (though doubtless in a very slight degree) THICK or HIGH. This objection is plausible, and, to Spacelanders, almost irresistible, so that, I confess, when I first heard it, I knew not what to reply. But my poor old friends answer appears to me completely to meet it.I admit, said hewhen I mentioned to him this objectionI admit the truth of your critics facts, but I deny his conclusions. It is true that we have really in Flatland a Third unrecognized Dimension called height, just as it is also true that you have really in Spaceland a Fourth unrecognized Dimension, called by no name at present, but which I will call extraheight. But we can no more take cognizance of our height than you can of your extraheight. Even Iwho have been in Spaceland, and have had the privilege of understanding for twentyfour hours the meaning of heighteven 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 micrometeras has been suggested by one too hasty Spaceland criticwould 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 friendswhen I talk to them about the unrecognized Dimension which is somehow visible in a Linesay, 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 highness and I will believe you. What could I do? How could I meet his challenge? I was crushed; and he left the room triumphant.(*_*)1230002180540_If my poor Flatland friend retained the vigour of mind which he enjoyed when he began to compose these Memoirs, I should not now need to represent him in this preface, in which he desires, firstly, to return his thanks to his readers and critics in Spaceland, whose appreciation has, with unexpected celerity, required a second edition of his work; secondly, to apologize for certain errors and misprints (for which, however, he is not entirely responsible); and, thirdly, to explain one or two misconceptions. But he is not the Square he once was. Years of imprisonment, and the still heavier burden of general incredulity and mockery, have combined with the natural decay of old age to erase from his mind many of the thoughts and notions, and much also of the terminology, which he acquired during his short stay in Spaceland. He has, therefore, requested me to reply in his behalf to two special objections, one of an intellectual, the other of a moral nature.The first objection is, that a Flatlander, seeing a Line, sees something that must be THICK to the eye as well as LONG to the eye (otherwise it would not be visible, if it had not some thickness); and consequently he ought (it is argued) to acknowledge that his countrymen are not only long and broad, but also (though doubtless in a very slight degree) THICK or HIGH. This objection is plausible, and, to Spacelanders, almost irresistible, so that, I confess, when I first heard it, I knew not what to reply. But my poor old friends answer appears to me completely to meet it."I admit," said hewhen I mentioned to him this objection"I admit the truth of your critics facts, but I deny his conclusions. It is true that we have really in Flatland a Third unrecognized Dimension called height, just as it is also true that you have really in Spaceland a Fourth unrecognized Dimension, called by no name at present, but which I will call extraheight. But we can no more take cognizance of our height than you can of your extraheight. Even Iwho have been in Spaceland, and have had the privilege of understanding for twentyfour hours the meaning of heighteven 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 micrometeras has been suggested by one too hasty Spaceland criticwould 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 friendswhen I talk to them about the unrecognized Dimension which is somehow visible in a Linesay, 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 "highness" and I will believe you. What could I do? How could I meet his challenge? I was crushed; and he left the room triumphant....1230002180540_eBookslibro_electonico_86ef9e55-aac5-3ffd-9c2e-5d03987e3d33_1230002180540;1230002180540_1230002180540Edwin AbbottInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/1039d2e2-b050-4fe7-ab6f-49d20119c854-epub-6e193b82-fa6f-499b-a063-3ba63f1c51c1.epub2018-02-26T00:00:00+00:00eBooks