Here she checked herself in some alarm, at hearing something that
sounded to her like the puffing of a large steam-engine in the wood
near them, though she feared it was more likely to be a wild beast.
"Are there any lions or tigers about here?" she asked timidly.
"It's only the Red King snoring," said Tweedledee.
"Come and look at him!" the brothers cried, and they each took one of
Alice's hands, and led her up to where the King was sleeping.
"Isn't he a lovely sight?" said Tweedledum.
Alice couldn't say honestly that he was. He had a tall red night-cap
on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy
heap, and snoring loud - "fit to snore his head off!" as Tweedledum
remarked.
"I'm afraid he'll catch cold with lying on the damp grass," said
Alice, who was a very thoughtful little girl.
"He's dreaming now," said Tweedledee: "and what do you think he's
dreaming about?"
Alice said "Nobody can guess that."
"Why about you!" Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands
triumphantly. "And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you
suppose you'd be?"
"Where I am now, of course," said Alice.
"Not you!" Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. "You'd be nowhere. Why,
you're only a sort of thing in his dream!"
"If that there King was to wake," added Tweedledum, "you'd go out -
bang! - just like a candle!"
"I shouldn't!" Alice exclaimed indignantly. "Besides, if I'm only a
sort of thing in his dream, what are you, I should like to know?"
"Ditto," said Tweedledum.
"Ditto, ditto!" cried Tweedledee.
He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn't help saying "Hush! You'll
be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."
"Well, it's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedledum,
"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 realler by crying," Tweedledee
remarked: "there's nothing to cry about."
"If I wasn't real," Alice said - half-laughing through her tears, it
all seemed so ridiculous - "I shouldn't be able to cry."
"I hope you don't suppose those are real tears?" Tweedledee
interrupted in a tone of great contempt.
"I know they're talking nonsense," Alice thought to herself: "and it's
foolish to cry about it."
EDIT:
Woah. I just realized that the camera on my laptop does mirror images. Because the ink is most certainly on my LEFT shoulder. Wacky.
sounded to her like the puffing of a large steam-engine in the wood
near them, though she feared it was more likely to be a wild beast.
"Are there any lions or tigers about here?" she asked timidly.
"It's only the Red King snoring," said Tweedledee.
"Come and look at him!" the brothers cried, and they each took one of
Alice's hands, and led her up to where the King was sleeping.
"Isn't he a lovely sight?" said Tweedledum.
Alice couldn't say honestly that he was. He had a tall red night-cap
on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy
heap, and snoring loud - "fit to snore his head off!" as Tweedledum
remarked.
"I'm afraid he'll catch cold with lying on the damp grass," said
Alice, who was a very thoughtful little girl.
"He's dreaming now," said Tweedledee: "and what do you think he's
dreaming about?"
Alice said "Nobody can guess that."
"Why about you!" Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands
triumphantly. "And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you
suppose you'd be?"
"Where I am now, of course," said Alice.
"Not you!" Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. "You'd be nowhere. Why,
you're only a sort of thing in his dream!"
"If that there King was to wake," added Tweedledum, "you'd go out -
bang! - just like a candle!"
"I shouldn't!" Alice exclaimed indignantly. "Besides, if I'm only a
sort of thing in his dream, what are you, I should like to know?"
"Ditto," said Tweedledum.
"Ditto, ditto!" cried Tweedledee.
He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn't help saying "Hush! You'll
be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."
"Well, it's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedledum,
"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 realler by crying," Tweedledee
remarked: "there's nothing to cry about."
"If I wasn't real," Alice said - half-laughing through her tears, it
all seemed so ridiculous - "I shouldn't be able to cry."
"I hope you don't suppose those are real tears?" Tweedledee
interrupted in a tone of great contempt.
"I know they're talking nonsense," Alice thought to herself: "and it's
foolish to cry about it."
EDIT:
Woah. I just realized that the camera on my laptop does mirror images. Because the ink is most certainly on my LEFT shoulder. Wacky.
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apexxx:
why is all of the text on your page in italics but not like that on anyone elses page? 
apexxx:
um, no. everywhere all over your page... all the comments under your journal, all the captions under the profile pics, testimonials, etc... nevermind no big deal just an observation... 