‘It was much pleasanter at home,’ thought poor Alice, ‘when one wasn’t always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn’t gone down that rabbit-hole?nd yet?nd yet?t’s rather curious, you know, this sort of life! I do wonder what CAN have happened to me! When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought! And when I grow up, I’ll write one?ut I’m grown up now,’ she added in a sorrowful tone; ‘at least there’s no room to grow up any more HERE.’
‘But then,’ thought Alice, ‘shall I NEVER get any older than I am now? That’ll be a comfort, one way?ever to be an old woman?ut then?lways to have lessons to learn! Oh, I shouldn’t like THAT!’