Flatland

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, fully, to
return his thanks to his readers and critics in Spaceland, whose
appreciation has, with unexpected celerity, required a second edition
of this work; secondly, to apologize for certain errors and misprints
(for which, however, he is not entirely responsible); and, thirdly, to
explain on or two misconceptions. But he is not the Square he once
was. Years of inprisonment, and the still heavier burden of general
incredulity and mockery, have combined with 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.