Once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people.
Lewis CarrollIn a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?
Lewis CarrollIf it had grown up, it would have made a dreadfully ugly child; but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think.
Lewis Carroll