August 12, 2010


What mattered it to her just then that the rushes had begun to fade, and to lose all their scent and beauty, from the moment she picked them?  Even real scented rushes, you know, last only a very little while--and these, being dream-rushes, melted away almost like snow, as they lay in heaps at her feet--but Alice hardly noticed this, there were so many other curious things to think about.
--Lewis Carroll in Through the Looking Glass

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