A Stranger Comes Towards Us in Flatland

In Spaceland, there is no sun or light of such a kindness to make shadows. If our friend comes closer to us, we see his line becomes larger. If he leaves us, it becomes smaller. But still, he looks like a straight line. Be he a triangle, square, pentagon, hexagon, circle, what you will, a straight line he looks, and nothing else. You may perhaps ask how under these disinventages circumstances we are able to distinguish our friends from one another. For the present, let me defer this subject and say a word or two about the climate and houses of our country.