Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

by Lewis Carroll

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

(Alice had not the slightest idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but she thought they were nice grand words to say.)

For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.

And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.

She generally gave herself very good advice (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered trying to box her own ears

for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people.

‘Who in the world am I?’ Ah, that’s the great puzzle!”

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”

“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked. “Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.” “How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice. “You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”

“That’s the reason they’re called lessons,” the Gryphon remarked: “because they lessen from day to day.”