We Are But Older Children, Dear, Who

Who Are You?" This Was Not An Encouraging Opening For A Conversation. Alice Replied, Rather Shyly, I--i Hardly Know, Sir, Just At Present-- At Least I Know Who I Was When I Got Up This Morning, But I Think I Must Have Been Changed Several Times Since Then.

I Said You Looked Like An Egg, Sir. And Some Eggs Are Very Pretty, You Know.

My Hand Moves Because Certain Forces--electric, Magnetic, Or Whatever 'nerve-force' May Prove To Be--are Impressed On It By My Brain. This Nerve-force, Stored In The Brain, Would Probably Be Traceable, If Science Were Complete, To Chemical Forces Supplied To The Brain By The Blood, And Ultimately Derived From The Food I Eat And The Air I Breathe.

What Does It Matter Where My Body Happens To Be?' He Said. 'my Mind Goes On Working All The Same.

I Know Who I Was When I Got Up This Morning, But I Think I Must Have Been Changed Several Times Since Then