Avon Fantasy Reader No. 10 — page 108: what you’re looking at

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And a new building, modern! Vibens’ office was in an old, Victorian building. What was there in common between Vibens and Woleshensky ? I drew a deep breath. The comforting realization spread gratefully overwne that I was back in my native dimension. The gostak and the war were some- where else. Here were peace and Woleshensky. I hastened to pour out the story to him. “What does it all mean?” I asked when I was through. “Somehow— vaguely—it seems that it ought to mean something.” “Perhaps,” he said in his kind, sage way, “we really exist in four dimen- sions. A part of us and our world that we cannot see and are not conscious of, projects on into another dimension ; just like the front edges of the books in the bookcase, turned away from us. You know that the section of a conic cut by the y plane looks different than the section of the same conic by the z plane? Perhaps what you saw was our own world and our own selves, intersected by a different set of co-ordinates. Relativity, as I told you in the beginning.” : 106 comicbooks.com