It's A Large As Life And Twice

Alice Was Beginning To Get Very Tired Of Sitting By Her Sister On The Bank, And Of Having Nothing To Do: Once Or Twice She Had Peeped Into The Book Her Sister Was Reading, But It Had No Pictures Or Conversations In It, “and What Is The Use Of A Book,” Thought Alice, “without Pictures Or Conversation?

Is Life Itself A Dream, I Wonder?

I Wonder If I've Been Changed In The Night. Let Me Think. Was I The Same When I Got Up This Morning? I Almost Think I Can Remember Feeling A Little Different. But If I'm Not The Same, The Next Question Is 'who In The World Am I?' Ah, That's The Great Puzzle!

For First You Write A Sentence, And Then You Chop It Small; Then Mix The Bits And Sort Them Out Just As They Chance To Fall: The Order Of The Phrases Makes No Difference At All.

Do You Hear The Snow Against The Windowpanes, Kitty? How Nice And Soft It Sounds! Just As If Some One Was Kissing The Window All Over Outside. I Wonder If The Snow Loves The Trees And Fields, That It Kisses Them So Gently? And Then It Covers Them Up Snug, You Know, With A White Quilt; And Perhaps It Says, 'go To Sleep, Darlings, Till The Summer Comes Again.' And When They Wake Up In The Summer, Kitty, They Dress Themselves All In Green, And Dance About - Whenever The Wind Blows.