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`Nor, having only length, breadth, and thickness, can a cube
have a real existence.'
`Don't follow you,' said Filby.
`Can a cube that does not last for any time at all, have a real
shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and
this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity.
misconception.'
`Is not that rather a large thing to expect us to begin upon?'
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`_I_ have not,' said the Provincial Mayor.
`It is simply this. That Space, as our mathematicians have it,
shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and
that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his
patents, embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat
thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And
said Filby, an argumentative person with red hair.
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`Don't follow you,' said Filby.
have Length, Breadth, Thickness, and--Duration. But through a
because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in
`That,' said a very young man, making spasmodic efforts to
THE THREE DIMENSIONS OF SPACE EXCEPT THAT OUR CONSCIOUSNESS MOVES
side of that idea. You have all heard what they have to say
But some philosophical people have been asking why THREE
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brows, he lapsed into an introspective state, his lips moving as
twenty-three, and so on. All these are evidently sections, as it
were, Three-Dimensional representations of his Four-Dimensioned
animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the
that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his
or two ideas that are almost universally accepted. The geometry,
a mathematical plane. These things are mere abstractions.'
`That is all right,' said the Psychologist.
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silhouette, the dance of the shadows, how we all followed him,
vanish from before our eyes. Parts were of nickel, parts of
ivory, parts had certainly been filed or sawn out of rock
animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the
that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his
or two ideas that are almost universally accepted. The geometry,
`I do not mean to ask you to accept anything without reasonable
`Nor, having only length, breadth, and thickness, can a cube
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patents, embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat
thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And
`Is not that rather a large thing to expect us to begin upon?'
have a real existence.'
Filby became pensive. `Clearly,' the Time Traveller proceeded,
distinction between the former three dimensions and the latter,
relight his cigar over the lamp; `that . . . very clear indeed.'
THE THREE DIMENSIONS OF SPACE EXCEPT THAT OUR CONSCIOUSNESS MOVES
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shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and
animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the
that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his
thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And
forefinger--as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over
said Filby, an argumentative person with red hair.
a mathematical plane. These things are mere abstractions.'
`Nor, having only length, breadth, and thickness, can a cube
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`Would you like to see the Time Machine itself?' asked the Time
silhouette, the dance of the shadows, how we all followed him,
puzzled but incredulous, and how there in the laboratory we
vanish from before our eyes. Parts were of nickel, parts of
it seemed to be.
aloft, `I intend to explore time. Is that plain? I was never
ingenuity in ambush, behind his lucid frankness. Had Filby shown
