Who One Is
"Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking! I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great question."
"I could tell you my adventures- beginning from this morning," said Alice a little timidly, "but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then."
"I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another!"
"I can't explain myself, I'm afraid sir," said Alice, "because I'm not myself, you see."
"It'll be no use putting their heads down and saying 'Come up again, dear!' I shall only look up and say, 'Who am I? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up; if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else.'"
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"Speak French when you can't think of the English for a thing- turn out your toes as you walk- and remember who you are!"
"Then it really has happened, after all! And now, who am I? I will remember, if I can! I am determined to do it!" But being determined didn't help her very much...
"However, I know my name now, and that's some comfort. Alice- Alice- I won't forget it again."
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For this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people.
"Not you!" Tweedle Dee retorted comtemptuously. "You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream!" "If that there king were to wake," added Tweedle Dum, "You'd go out- bang- just like a candle!"
"Well, there's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedle Dum, "when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."
"I am real!" said Alice, and began to cry.
"You won't make yourself a bit realer by crying," Tweedle Dee remarked. "There're nothing to cry about.:
"If I wasn't real," Alice said- half laughing through her tears; it all seemed so rediculous- "I shouldn't be able to cry."
"I hope you don't suppose there are real tears?" Tweedle Dum interrupted in a tone of great contempt.
"I could tell you my adventures- beginning from this morning," said Alice a little timidly, "but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then."
"I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another!"
"I can't explain myself, I'm afraid sir," said Alice, "because I'm not myself, you see."
"It'll be no use putting their heads down and saying 'Come up again, dear!' I shall only look up and say, 'Who am I? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up; if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else.'"
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"Speak French when you can't think of the English for a thing- turn out your toes as you walk- and remember who you are!"
"Then it really has happened, after all! And now, who am I? I will remember, if I can! I am determined to do it!" But being determined didn't help her very much...
"However, I know my name now, and that's some comfort. Alice- Alice- I won't forget it again."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people.
"Not you!" Tweedle Dee retorted comtemptuously. "You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream!" "If that there king were to wake," added Tweedle Dum, "You'd go out- bang- just like a candle!"
"Well, there's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedle Dum, "when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."
"I am real!" said Alice, and began to cry.
"You won't make yourself a bit realer by crying," Tweedle Dee remarked. "There're nothing to cry about.:
"If I wasn't real," Alice said- half laughing through her tears; it all seemed so rediculous- "I shouldn't be able to cry."
"I hope you don't suppose there are real tears?" Tweedle Dum interrupted in a tone of great contempt.
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