Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next.
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Så er vi kommet ind i februar. Har januarmåned ikke været umanerlig lang i år, eller er det bare mig? Måske handler det mere om, at jeg føler mig mættet af kulde, mørke, blæst, regn,…
Læs mereNu gør jeg det sgu. Sender en lillebitte sattelit ud i det store, uendelige blogger-cosmos. Jeg kan ikke vente længere, og tør godt nu (another story for another day). (Og så har one.com lige trukket…
Læs mereVi er nærmer os enden af maj med hastige skridt, og sommeren står for døren. Selvom jeg ikke selv får tid til at dyrke litteraturen henover sommeren (hej Ellie, mor elsker dig), er der mange,…
Læs mereAnd so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going through the little door into that lovely garden. First, however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to shrink any further.
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Alice waited till the eyes appeared, and then nodded. ‘It’s no use speaking to it,’ she thought, ‘till its ears have come, or at least one of them.’
Learn MoreIn another minute the whole head appeared, and then Alice put down her flamingo, and began an account of the game, feeling very glad she had someone to listen to her.
Learn MoreThe Cat seemed to think that there was enough of it now in sight, and no more of it appeared. ‘I don’t think they play at all fairly,’ Alice began, in rather a complaining tone.
Learn MoreAlice guessed in a moment that it was looking for the fan and the pair of white kid gloves, and she very good-naturedly began hunting about for them, but they were nowhere to be seen.
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Så er vi kommet ind i februar. Har januarmåned ikke været umanerlig lang i år, eller er det bare mig? Måske handler det mere om, at jeg føler mig mættet af kulde, mørke, blæst, regn,…
Læs mereNu gør jeg det sgu. Sender en lillebitte sattelit ud i det store, uendelige blogger-cosmos. Jeg kan ikke vente længere, og tør godt nu (another story for another day). (Og så har one.com lige trukket…
Læs mereVi er nærmer os enden af maj med hastige skridt, og sommeren står for døren. Selvom jeg ikke selv får tid til at dyrke litteraturen henover sommeren (hej Ellie, mor elsker dig), er der mange,…
Læs mereGlædelig lørdag! I morgen forlader vi vinteren og træder ind i foråret. Ellinors første forår. Jeg har altid tænkt på foråret som værende opvarmning til sæsonernes superstjerne, sommeren, men foråret kan altså også noget. Lige…
Læs mereAfter a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little golden key, and when she went back to the table for it, she found she could not possibly reach it.
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