A Stranger from Spaceland

“It was the last day of the 1999th year of our era. The pattering of the rain

To a Flatlander, a sphere passing through Flatland appears as a line of changing length.

had long ago announced nightfall; and I was sitting in the company of my

wife, musing on the events of the past and the prospects of the coming

year, the coming century, the coming Millennium.”