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Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes.

Finding meaning, like losing meaning, involves pleasure as well as pain. But then losing meaning, like finding it, does too, as the best nonsense reminds us.

The world is but a Thought, said he: The vast unfathomable sea Is but a Notion—unto me.

I'm very much afraid I didn't mean anything but nonsense.

Alice felt so desperate that she was ready to ask help of any one; so, when the Rabbit came near her

curtseying as you're falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) 'And what an ignorant little girl

One novel has been all my reading, Our Mutual Friend, one of the cleverest that Dickens has written.

Not like cats " cried the Mouse in a shrill passionate voice. "Would you like cats if you were me

It's a pun!' the King added in an offended tone, and everybody laughed, 'Let the jury consider their verdict,' the King said, for about the twentieth time that day.

No use, no use!' said the King. 'She runs so fearfully quick. You might as well try to catch a Bandersnatch! But I'll make a memorandum about her, if you like-she's a dear good creature,' he repeated softly to himself, as he opened his memorandum-book. 'Do you spell creature with a double e?

How fond she is of finding morals in things!' Alice thought to herself.

It's the stupidest tea party I ever was at in all my life!

the English novel is childish because what is desired is not maturity and wisdom but a return to the safety and innocence of childhood—

In that direction... lives a Hatter, and in that direction... lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.

For nonsense, as Chesterton liked to tell us, is a way of looking at existence that is akin to religious humility and wonder.

It is her solidity that is magical. The wonders are not wild or strange but odd and curious.

going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when

Fan her head!' the Red Queen anxiously interrupted. 'She'll be feverish after so much thinking'.

Well, it's got no business there, at any rate: go and take it away!' There was a long silence after this, and Alice could only hear whispers now and then; such as, 'Sure, I don't

Serpent, I say again!' repeated the Pigeon, but in a more subdued tone, and added with a kind of sob, 'I've tried every way, and nothing seems to suit them!' 'I haven't the least idea what you're talking

Alice thought the whole thing very absurd, but they all looked so grave that she did not dare to laugh; and, as she could not think of anything to say, she simply bowed, and took the thimble, looking as solemn as she could.

noticed, had powdered hair that curled all

This style of literature was called Nonsense and Carroll was universally acknowledged to be its undisputed master.

there was a real one, blazing away as brightly as the one she