Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

by Lewis Carroll

Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

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

“How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale!

(Alice thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse: she had never done such a thing before, but she remembered having seen, in her brother’s Latin Grammar, “A mouse—of a mouse—to a mouse—a mouse—O mouse!”)

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?” “That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat. “I don’t much care where—” said Alice. “Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.

“Why is a raven like a writing-desk?”