我相信 Charles ”Lewis Carroll” Dodgson 一定是真的動感情，才能這樣寫
Alice, 不管 Alice 的牛津院長父親如何阻止三十歲的牛津大學數學老師
Charles 和她們三個十歲左右的小女兒來往，Charles 還是要這樣形容老二
Alice.

What wert thou, dream-Alice, in thy foster-father’s eyes? How
shall he picture thee? Loving, first, loving and gentle: loving as
a dog (forgive the prosaic simile, but I know no earthly love so
pure and perfect), and gentle as a fawn: then courteous—courteous
to all, high or low, grand or grotesque, King or Caterpillar, even
as though she were herself a King’s daughter, and her clothing of
wrought gold: then trustful, ready to accept the wildest
impossibilities with all that utter trust that only dreamers know;
and lastly, curious—wildly curious, and with the eager enjoyment of
Life that comes only in the happy hours of childhood, when all is
new and fair, and when Sin and Sorrow are but names—empty words
signifying nothing!

(早上備課唸到這一段，覺得一整個早上的心情都好起來了！本來還想抄一段放在筆記裡。)


以下這首詩記載害羞又有點兒口吃的 Lewis Carroll 在 1862 年 7 月 4 日 一個下午和友人划船載送 Alice Liddell 三姊妹的時候講兔子洞故事的始末。 後來拗不過
Alice 的請求，寫成了這個兒童文學經典名著。

(Prima, Secunda, Tertia 當然就是老大、老二、老三的美麗代號喽！)

ALL in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide.

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?

Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict to begin it
In gentler tone Secunda hopes
”There will be nonsense in it!”
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than once a minute.

Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast --
And half believe it true.

And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
`The rest next time’ -- `It is next time!’
The happy voices cry.

Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out
And now the tale is done,
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.

Alice! a childish story take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined
In Memory’s mystic band,
Like pilgrim’s wither’d wreath of flowers
Pluck’d in a far-off land.

這首詩就變成 Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland 的前言，和另一首淡淡哀傷的前言(Through the Looking Glass)成為對比。當時，Charles 已經沒辦法見到他們三姊妹了。