Аліса в Задзеркаллі

           However,onsecondthoughts,shemadeuphermindtogoon:‘forIcertainlywon’tgoback,’shethoughttoherself,andthiswastheonlywaytotheEighthSquare.

           ‘Thismustbethewood,shesaidthoughtfullytoherself,‘wherethingshavenonames.Iwonderwhat’llbecomeofmynamewhenIgoin?Ishouldn’tliketoloseitatall—becausethey’dhavetogivemeanother,anditwouldbealmostcertaintobeanuglyone.Butthenthefunwouldbetryingtofindthecreaturethathadgotmyoldname!That’sjustliketheadvertisements,youknow,whenpeoplelosedogs—"Answerstothenameof‘Dash:’Hadonabrasscollar"—justfancycallingeverythingyoumet"Alice,"tilloneofthemanswered!Onlytheywouldn’tansweratall,iftheywerewise.’

           Shewasramblingoninthiswaywhenshereachedthewood:itlookedverycoolandshady.‘Well,atanyrateit’sagreatcomfort,’shesaidasshesteppedunderthetrees,‘afterbeingsohot,togetintothe—intowhat?’shewenton,rathersurprisedatnotbeingabletothinkoftheword.‘Imeantogetunderthe—underthe—underthis,youknow!’puttingherhandonthetrunkofthetree.‘Whatdoesitcallitself,Iwonder?Idobelieveit’sgotnoname—why,tobesureithasn’t!’

           Shestoodsilentforaminute,thinking:thenshesuddenlybeganagain.