"If you mean by FEELING," said the King, "approaching so close as to leave no
space between two individuals, know, Stranger, that this offence is punishable in my dominions by death.
(1) However we may increase our knowledge of the conditions of
space in which man is situated, that knowledge can never be complete, for the number of those conditions is as infinite as the infinity of
space.
The theory is something like this:
Space is pervaded by luminiferous ether, which is a material thing--as much a substance as air or water, though almost infinitely more attenuated.
THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TIME AND ANY OF THE THREE DIMENSIONS OF
SPACE EXCEPT THAT OUR CONSCIOUSNESS MOVES ALONG IT.
The same is true with regard to the solid and to
space. But it would be impossible to show that the arts of a number had a relative position each to each, or a particular position, or to state what parts were contiguous.
(To the Boy:) Tell me, boy, do you assert that a double
space comes from a double line?
Besides, the smell would have betrayed it; and in that case Michel Ardan could not have carried a lighted match with impunity through the
space filled with hydrogen.
A Dwar might move straight north three
spaces, or north one
space and east two
spaces, or any similar combination of straight moves, so long as he did not cross the same square twice in a single move.
And looking across
space with instruments, and intelligences such as we have scarcely dreamed of, they see, at its nearest distance only 35,000,000 of miles sunward of them, a morning star of hope, our own warmer planet, green with vegetation and grey with water, with a cloudy atmosphere eloquent of fertility, with glimpses through its drifting cloud wisps of broad stretches of populous country and narrow, navy-crowded seas.
Chiang Nan's a hundred miles, yet in a moment's
space I've flown away to Chiang Nan and touched a dreaming face.
But, I hear you objecting, why is it that these racial memories are not ours as well, seeing that we have a vague other-personality that falls through
space while we sleep?
The low houses of London look so much more homely than the tall ones that I never pass them without dropping a blessing on their builders, but this house was ridiculous; indeed it did not call itself a house, for over the door was a board with the inscription "This
space to be sold," and I remembered, as I rang the bell, that this notice had been up for years.