Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and 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 conversations?’
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.
“I don’t much care where–” said Alice.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.
“–so long as I get SOMEWHERE,” Alice added as an explanation.
“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”
They’re dreadfully fond of beheading people here; the great wonder is, that there’s any one left alive!
“Really, now you ask me,” said Alice, very much confused, “I don’t think —”
“Then you shouldn’t talk,” said the Hatter.
Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said: “one can’t believe impossible things.”
“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
If you drink much from a bottle marked ‘poison’ it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.
“Begin at the beginning,’ the King said gravely, ‘and go on till you come to the end: then stop.”
“You don’t know much,’ said the Duchess, ‘And that’s a fact.”
“Well! I’ve often seen a cat without a grin,” thought Alice; “but a grin without a cat! It’s the most curious thing I ever saw in my life!”
After a fall such as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling downstairs!
“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
Photos by the one, the only, Lydia Hudgens! Have an incredible Halloween!