The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.
Who are YOU? said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.
What do you mean by that? said the Caterpillar sternly. Explain yourself!
I can't explain MYSELF, I'm afraid, sir said Alice, because I'm not myself, you see.
I don't see, said the Caterpillar.
I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly, Alice replied very politely, for I can't understand it myself to begin with....
Well,my dear sweet Alice...I know the feeling.....
3 comments:
alice is mijn favoriet
en de illustratie is ook heel erg mooi gekozen...
ken je deze site?
alleen maar alice illustrators.
http://www.laurenharman.com/alice/index.html
Oh how I know that feeling! Maybe we will never really know, since change is inevitable! All I know is that I like what I see in this world of wonder! Have a magnificent day my cherished friend! Anita
Goodafter 'Aunt' the Duchess!
Mother & I still delight in following you , so it is with great pleasure that I pass on a rather special award to you - please accept it.
Hugs
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