`Have some wine,' the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. `I don't see any wine,' she remarked.
`There isn't any,' said the March Hare.
`Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it,' said Alice angrily.
`It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being invited,' said the March Hare.
P.S.
Volim Carrolovu Alisu.
U zemlji čuda. I iza ogledala.
Zamišljam profesora matematike Charlesa Lutwidgea Dodgsona,
kako u društvu djevojčice Alice Liddel,
kćeri svojega prijatelja oxfordskog dekana, i njezinih sestara,
kreće na piknik.
Čamcem po Temzi.
4. jula 1862.
Na pikniku će Alisi ispričati priču.
Priču zatim i zapisati.
I pokloniti je - svim Alisama.
No, prvo prvoj. Alice.
A tek potom - i drugima.
Jer, iako su na izletu bile i druge djevojčice, Alicine sestre,
Carrol je Alicu posvetio upravo Alisi.
Alice Pleasance Liddell.
Fotografirao Charles Dodgson (Lewis Carroll) Alice_Liddell
Carrolova priča o Alisi, priča je iz mojega djetinjstva.
Kojoj se opet vraćam i koju rado čitam i kao odrasla.
Jednog zlatnog popodneva Alisa prati Bijelog zeca, koji nestaje u svojoj rupi:
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?'
Alice. Image: Sir John Tenniel - 1865. bedtime-story