CHAPTER II
The Garden of Live Flowers

'I should see the garden far better,' said Alice to herself, 'if I could get to the top of that hill: and here's a path Quando uma página torna-se um labirinto that leads straight to it - at least, no, it doesn't do that - ' (after going a few yards along the path, and When a page becomes a maze turning several sharp corners), 'but I suppose it will at last. But how curiously it twists! It's more like a corkscrew than a path! Well, THIS turn goes to the hill, I suppose - no, it doesn't! This goes straight back to the house! Well then, I'll try it the other way.

And so she did: wandering up and down, and trying turn after turn, but always coming back to the house, The Language of New Media, Lev Manovich, p. 245, do what she would. Indeed, once, when she turned a corner rather more quickly than usual, she ran against it before she could stop herself.

'It's no use talking about it," Alice said, looking up at the house and pretending it was arguing with her. 'I'm NOT going in again yet. I know I should have to get through the Looking-glass again - back into the old room - and there'd be an end of all my adventures!'

So, resolutely turning back upon the house, she set out once more down the path, determined to keep straight on till she got to the hill. A project by For a few minutes all went on well, and she was just saying, 'I really SHALL do it this time -' when the path Andrei R. Thomaz (visual artist) & Martin Heuser (musician) gave a sudden twist and shook itself (as she described it afterwards), and the next moment she found herself actually walking in at the door.

'Oh, it's too bad", she cried. 'I never saw such a house for getting in the way" Never!'

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CARROLL, Lewis. Through the Looking Glass. Electronic version available at Project Gutenberg, http://www.promo.net/pg/