You like apples, don’t you?” said Joyce. ” I read you did, or perhaps I heard it on the telly.
You’re the one who writes murder stories, aren’t you?”

“Yes”, said Mrs Oliver.

“We ought to hove made you do something connected with murders. Have a murder at the party tonight and make people solve it.

Hallowe’en Party, Agatha Christie


 ‘I wonder if all the things move along with us?’ thought poor puzzled Alice. And the Queen seemed to guess her thoughts, for she cried, ‘Faster! Don’t try to talk!’

Not that Alice had any idea of doing that. She felt as if she would never be able to talk again, she was getting so much out of breath: and still the Queen cried ‘Faster! Faster!’ and dragged her along. ‘Are we nearly there?’ Alice managed to pant out at last.

‘Nearly there!’ the Queen repeated. ‘Why, we passed it ten minutes ago! Faster!’ And they ran on for a time in silence, with the wind whistling in Alice’s ears, and almost blowing her hair off her head, she fancied.

alice pursuing the tree

Through the looking-glass

Lewis Carroll

Sherlock Holmes

Old London Now, however, we were beginning to come among continuous streets, where laborers and dockmen were already astir, and slatternly women were taking down shutters and brushing door-steps. At the square-topped corner public houses business was just beginning, and rough-looking men were emerging, rubbing their sleeves across their beards after their morning wet.


Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Alice’s tree

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I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think–‘ (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn’t sound at all the right word) ‘–but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma’am, is this New Zealand or Australia?‘ (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke–fancy curtseying as you’re falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) ‘And what an ignorant little girl she’ll think me for asking! No, it’ll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.’

Humpty Dumpty

‘I said you looked like an egg, Sir,’ Alice gently explained. ‘And some eggs are very pretty, you know’ she added, hoping to turn her remark into a sort of a compliment.

‘Some people,’ said Humpty Dumpty, looking away from her as usual, ‘have no more sense than a baby!’

Alice didn’t know what to say to this: it wasn’t at all like conversation, she thought, as he never said anything to her; in fact, his last remark was evidently addressed to a tree—so she stood and softly repeated to herself:—


‘Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall:
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty in his place again.’


Victoria and Albert

J’ai ces deux amis très amoureux. Ils adorent l’art et l’histoire. Ils se rencontrent tous les dimanches dans un lieu où personne ne les trouvera. C’est la culmination de leur amour : meubles décorés, tableaux vieillis, robes baroques, papiers jaunis, silence et marbre par tout. Là ils sont entre amis, parmi ces objets qui ont tous des histoires riches et colorées comme la leur. Il, avec chapeau velouté et elle longue robe style empire, passent les heures à contempler le baiser dessiné par Sir John Everett Millais, sculpté par Auguste Rodin, les danses étonnantes des belles perses et les reflets solaires des colonnades en verre. Ils se promènent, se transforment, prennent autres vies en autres matières.

Epanouis, ils sentent que l’heure est venue pour toucher le temps de leur contemporain. Gens d’aujourd’hui les entourent, eux aussi partis et étonnés d’y revenir. Dans un jardin vert, sous le soleil brillant, ils s’assoient sur l’herbe pour regarder dans l’eau les reflets des murs rouges et écouter les voix de la ville des 2000. Elle garde tous leur souvenirs et leur promet un avenir très amoureux.

victoria and albert