"O Tiger-lily," said Alice, addressing herself to one that was waving gracefully about in the wind, "I wish you could talk!".
'It seems very pretty,' she said when she had finished it, 'but it's rather hard to understand!' (You see she didn't like to confess, even to herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.) " Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas - only I don't exactly know what they are!"Ĭhapter 2: The Garden of Live Flowers.1, first shown in mirror writing this is widely considered to be one of the greatest nonsense poems ever written, and has played an inspirational role in many later works by other authors, including " Mimsy Were The Borogoves" (1943) by Lewis Padgett, and the film which was a very loose adaptation of that story, The Last Mimzy (2007). The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! "You will, though," the Queen said, "if you don't make a memorandum of it." "The horror of that moment," the King went on, "I shall never never forget!".Oh, what fun it'll be, when they see me through the glass in here, and can't get at me!" "So I shall be as warm here as I was in the old room," thought Alice: "warmer, in fact, because there'll be no one here to scold me away from the fire. The very first thing she did was to look whether there was a fire in the fireplace, and she was quite pleased to find that there was a real one, blazing away as brightly as the one she had left behind. In another moment Alice was through the glass, and had jumped lightly down into the Looking-glass room."And I do so wish it was true! I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown." 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 - oh, that's very pretty!" cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap her hands. "Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside.For the white kitten had been having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering) so you see that it couldn't have had any hand in the mischief. One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it: - it was the black kitten's fault entirely.
The jaws that bite and claws that scratch.
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