People who have never been in the fourth dimension bore me, do you know?
I daresay it would bore squares to talk to straight lines, and cubes to talk to squares; there would be so many things the one would understand and the other wouldn't.

The line wouldn't know what the square meant by the word _across_, and the square wouldn't know what the cube meant by the word _above_; and in the same way the three-dimension people don't know what we are talking about when we use such words as _religion_ and _art_ and _love_." "They think we are talking about going regularly to church, and supporting picture-galleries, and making brilliant matches," suggested Christopher.
"Yes; that's exactly what they do think; and it makes talking to them so difficult, and so dull." "When you use the word _happiness_ they imagine you are referring to an income of four or five thousand a year; and by _success_ they mean the permission to stand in the backwater of a fashionable London evening party, looking at the mighty and noble, and pretending afterward that they have spoken to the same." "They don't speak our language or think our thoughts," Elisabeth said; "and the music of their whole lives is of a different order from that of the lives of the fourth-dimension people." "Distinctly so; all the difference between a Sonata of Beethoven and a song out of a pantomime." "I haven't much patience with the three-dimension people; have you ?" asked Elisabeth.
"No--I'm afraid not; but I've a good deal of pity for them.

They miss so much.

I always fancy that people who call pictures pretty and music sweet must have a dreary time of it all round.

But we'd better be getting on, don't you think?
It is rather chilly sitting out-of-doors, and I don't want you to catch cold.