Alice stared at a caterpillar inching across her shoe. “Then tell me something precise.”
She wasn’t sure if she’d heard anything at all. Cheshire Cat Monologue
Alice sat alone for a long time. The toadstool had stopped squeaking. Alice stared at a caterpillar inching across her shoe
“Good!” He laughed, and the laugh was a physical thing—a ripple through the air that made the mushrooms sway. “Understanding is just a slower kind of madness. The fastest kind is what you’re doing right now. Pretending this is a dream so you don’t have to admit that you are the dream and Wonderland is the dreamer.” ” the grin said.
“You’re late,” the grin said.