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your inside; but we in Spaceland should call it your 

 side. 



I. An eye in my inside ! An eye in my stomach ! 

 Your Lordship jests. 



Stranger. I am in no jesting humour. I tell you 

 that I come from Space, or, since you will not under- 

 stand what Space means, from the Land of Three Di- 

 mensions whence I but lately looked down upon your 

 Plane which you call Space forsooth. From that posi- 

 tion of advantage I discerned all that you speak of as 

 solid (by which you mean "enclosed on four sides"), 

 your houses, your churches, your very chests and safes, 

 yes, even your insides and stomachs, all lying open and 

 exposed to my view. 



I. Such assertions are easily made, my Lord. 



Stranger. Surely you must now see that my explana- 

 tion, and no other, suits the phenomena. What you 

 call Solid things are really superficial; what you call 

 Space is really nothing but a great Plane. I am in 

 Space, and look down upon the insides of the things of 

 which you only see the outsides. You could leave this 

 Plane yourself, if you could but summon up the neces- 

 sary volition. A slight upward or downward motion 

 would enable you to see all that I can see. 



The higher I mount, and the further I go from your 

 Plane, the more I can see, though of course I see it on 

 a smaller scale. For example, I am ascending; now 

 I can see your neighbour the Hexagon and his family 

 in their several apartments; now I see the inside of the 

 Theatre, ten doors off, from which the audience is only 

 just departing; and on the other side a Circle in his 

 study, sitting at his books. Now I shall come back to 

 you. And, as a crowning proof, what do you say to 



