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“As she listened, or seemed to listen, the whole place around her became alive with the strange creatures of her little sister’s dream. The long grass rustled at her feet as the White Rabbit hurried by—the frightened Mouse splashed his way through the neighbouring pool—she could hear the rattle of the teacups as the March Hare and his friends shared their never-ending meal, and the shrill voice of the Queen ordering off her unfortunate guests to execution—once more the pig-baby was sneezing on the Duchess’s knee, while plates and dishes crashed around it—once more the shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking of the Lizard’s slate-pencil, and the choking of the suppressed guinea-pigs, filled the air, mixed up with the distant sobs of the miserable Mock Turtle. So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality—the grass would be only rustling in the wind, and the pool rippling to the waving of the reeds—the rattling teacups would change to tinkling sheep-bells, and the Queen’s shrill cries to the voice of the shepherd boy—and the sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the Gryphon, and all the other queer noises, would change (she knew) to the confused clamour of the busy farm-yard—while the lowing of the cattle in the distance would take the place of the Mock Turtle’s heavy sobs.”

Quote by Lewis Carroll

Book:Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
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Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

This renowned work of children's literature, written by Lewis Carroll, combines elements of fantasy and satire. The narrative follows Alice's journey through a whimsical and often nonsensical world, where she encounters a variety of strange characters such as the Cheshire Cat, the Mad Hatter, and the Queen of Hearts. The story is celebrated for its imaginative storytelling and has become a staple in Western literature. 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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