"Curiouser and Curiouser!" said Alice in Wonderland.
“Lovelier and Lovelier!” said Sylvie in Sylvie and Bruno.
The Brazillian writer Monteiro Lobato desired to write books where children wanted to inhabit.
The Alicean artist Lissy Elle take pictures where our dreams wants to adventure.
"‘Are there any lions or tigers about here?’ she asked timidly. ‘It’s only the Red King snoring,’ said Tweedledee. ‘Come and look at him!’ the brothers cried, and they each took one of Alice’s hands, and led her up to where the King was sleeping. ‘Isn’t he a lovely sight?’ said Tweedledum. Alice couldn’t say honestly that he was. He had a tall red night-cap on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy heap, and snoring loud —‘fit to snore his head off!’ as Tweedledum remarked. ‘I’m afraid he’ll catch cold with lying on the damp grass,’ said Alice, who was a very thoughtful little girl. ‘He’s dreaming now,’ said Tweedledee: ‘and what do you think he’s dreaming about?’ Alice said ‘Nobody can guess that.’ ‘Why, about you!’ Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. ‘And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you’d be?’ ‘Where I am now, of course,’ said Alice. ‘Not you!’ Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. ‘You’d be nowhere. Why, you’re only a sort of thing in his dream!’ ‘If that there King was to wake,’ added Tweedledum, ‘you’d go out — bang! — just like a candle!’"
Chapter 4: Through the Looking Glass, by Lewis Carroll
‘Now, Kitty, let’s consider who it was that dreamed it all. This is a serious question, my dear, and you should not go on licking your paw like that — as if Dinah hadn’t washed you this morning! You see, Kitty, it must have been either me or the Red King. He was part of my dream, of course — but then I was part of his dream, too! was it the Red King, Kitty? You were his wife, my dear, so you ought to know — Oh, Kitty, do help to settle it! I’m sure your paw can wait!’ But the provoking kitten only began on the other paw, and pretended it hadn’t heard the question.
Which do you think it was?
Chapter 12: Through the Looking Glass, by Lewis Carroll