“I almost wish I hadn’t gone down that rabbit hole; and yet—and yet—it’s rather curious you know, this sort of life! I do wonder what can have happened to me! When I used to read fairy tales I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought! And when I grow up I’ll write one—but I’m grown up now,” she added in a sorrowful tone, “at least there’s no room to grow up any more here.”
“But then,” thought Alice, “shall I never get any older than I am now? That’ll be a comfort, one way—never to be an old woman—but then—always to have lessons to learn! Oh, I shouldn’t like that!”
“Oh, you foolish Alice!” she answered herself. “How can you learn lessons in here? Why, there’s hardly room for you, and no room at all for any lesson books!”
And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other, and making quite a conversation of it altogether….
—Alice in Wonderland (Chapter IV, “The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill”)
(Alice in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll, Grosset & Dunlap Publishers, Illustrated Junior Library Edition)
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