you are not a man, but a feminine monstrosity with a bass voice! - Edwin A. Abbott

If a man with a triangular front and a polygonal back were allowed to exist and to propagate a still more Irregular posterity, what would become of the arts of life? Are the houses and doors and churches in Flatland to be altered in order to accommodate such monsters?

To be self-contented is to be vile and ignorant, ans that to aspire is better than to be blindly and impoitently happy.

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.