Who are you...

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.....


Anna said...

alice is mijn favoriet
en de illustratie is ook heel erg mooi gekozen...
ken je deze site?
alleen maar alice illustrators.


Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

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

Sir Woodstoc said...

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.