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“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.”

Quote by Lewis Carroll

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Alice In Wonderland Collection: All Four Books: Alice in Wonderland, Alice Through the Looking Glass, Hunting of the Snark and Alice Underground

The collection brings together four distinct literary pieces that showcase Lewis Carroll's imaginative storytelling and playful wordplay. 'Alice in Wonderland' is a seminal work of children's literature, known for its nonsensical adventures and memorable characters. 'Alice Through the Looking Glass' continues Alice's adventures in a parallel world. 'The Hunting of the Snark' is a humorous narrative poem, while 'Alice Underground' offers a unique perspective on the classic tales. more

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Lewis Carroll
Lewis Carroll

Lewis Carroll, born Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, was an English writer, mathematician, logician, photographer, and children's author. He is best known for his novel Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, which is celebrated for its unique imagination, rich symbolism, and humor. more

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