"I ca'n'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 ca'n't put it more clearly," Alice replied, very politely,"for I ca'n't understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing."
"It isn't," said the Caterpillar.
"Well perhaps you haven't found it so yet," said Alice; "but when you have to turn into a chrysalis--you will some day, you know--and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel it a little queer, wo'n't you?"
"Not a bit," said the Caterpillar.
"Well, perhaps your feelings may be different," said Alice: "all I know is, it would feel very queer to me."
"You!" said the caterpillar contemptuously. "Who are you?"
3 comments:
I need to read that. Never read the whole thing.
I'm sorry I fell asleep. I really want to talk to you. Malcolm X is the bomb like tick, tick.
eva,
did you know that malcolm x joined
the mormon church? everyone knew
about malcolm x when i worked in
washington, d.c., back in the 70's.
P.s the flower basket misses you
and so do i.
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