I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is, ‘What?’
I don’t see how he can ever finish, if he doesn’t begin.
I do wish I hadn’t drunk quite so much!
I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir, because I’m not myself, you see.
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.
How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night?
Everybody has won, and all must have prizes.
CURIOUSER AND CURIOUSER!
But it’s no use now, to pretend to be two people! Why, there’s hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person![thought poor Alice]
Begin at the beginning, and go on till you come to the end: then stop.[the King said, very gravely]
And what is the use of a book, without pictures or conversations?[thought Alice]
And the moral of that is – ‘Be what you would seem to be’ – or, if you’d like it put more simpty – ‘Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.’
