Through the Looking-Glass

by Lewis Carroll

'It's a great huge game of chess that's being played—all over the world—if this IS the world at all, you know.

I wouldn't mind being a Pawn, if only I might join—though of course I should LIKE to be a Queen, best.'

'Speak in French when you can't think of the English for a thing—turn out your toes as you walk—and remember who you are!'

'It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,'

With a name like yours, you might be any shape, almost.'

'I shouldn't know you again if we DID meet,' Humpty Dumpty replied in a discontented tone, giving her one of his fingers to shake; 'you're so exactly like other people.'

'So I wasn't dreaming, after all,' she said to herself, 'unless—unless we're all part of the same dream.

You couldn't deny that, even if you tried with both hands.' 'I don't deny things with my HANDS,' Alice objected. 'Nobody said you did,' said the Red Queen. 'I said you couldn't if you tried.'

'It's too late to correct it,' said the Red Queen: 'when you've once said a thing, that fixes it, and you must take the consequences.'

Life, what is it but a dream?