4 November 1864

Received confirmation from the Superintendent that I will be given the opportunity to treat a very troubled and difficult patient. Dubious honor! Her name is Alice, and her prognosis is not p r o m i s i n g . A f t e r l o o k i n g a t h e r f i l e , I m a s t o n i s h e d s h e h a s survived this long. She has been nearly comatose for a year.

11 November 1864

- s to M u t e o n a s t r e t c h e r , w i t h h e r h e a d c u r i o u s l y b a n d a g e d , A l i c e s e e m3 /1 cling precariously to life. Her burns have healed remarkably in the year since the fire, but she languishes in a deep trance-like dementia. I t s a s i f t h e b l a z e c o n s u m e d h e r s e n s e s . D e a f , d u m b , a n d b l i n d t o all stimulation, shes a fair match for the infirmarys gloom.

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In a frenzied instant, a cankered feline pounced on Alice while she was about to be carried inside. Startled by the cats yowl, the bearers lost their grip and dropped the wretched girl to the ground. Most curious to behold, the cat stood atop Alice as if claiming territorial right, or as if defending a rodent captured in the days h u n t f r o m o t h e r h u n g r y p r e d a t o r s . Only when an orderly threatened it with a stick did the creature scamper into a nearby hedge. Even then the cat crouched beneath the shrubbery. With eyes agape, it fixed on Alice as if it had some vital interest in our proceedings.

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13 November 1864
In the twelvemonth since the conflagration, Alice has dropped f u r t h e r i n t o a g r i m a n d d a r k l y q u i e t a b y s s . I t s a w o n d e r t h e Superintendent didnt bury her deep within the Bedlam catacombs. T h e s u r g e o n s w e r e a b l e t o c u r e t h e f l e s h , b u t t h e y v e done nothing t o t r e a t t h e i n f l a m m a t i o n o f h e r b r a i n . I t s n o t s u r e w h a t h e e x p e c t s m e to accomplish with her. I s u p p o s e h e t h i n k s t h a t i n m y t w e n t y - t h r e e years within these troubled walls I ve mastered a curriculum not taught in Oxford classrooms.

14 November 1864
Her one possession is a toy - a sooty, stuffed rabbit whose single button-eye dangles from a loose thread. Plaything from her time of innocence, and her only link to life before the fire, the rabbit is a valuable now sentinel to Alices deepening dementia. may prove

8 December 1864

When I hold a flame to her eye, nothing in her vacuous gaze betrays the faintest glimmer of response. I clap a pair of blocks at her ear. Nothing. Neither her sight nor her hearing appear to be damaged; still she registers nothing at all. The rumor (passed on by Reverend Mottle amongst others) alleges that she feels nothing - not pain, or fear or other torments - is neither credible nor kind. Still, she is far, far gone, this one.

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9 December 1864
I n m a n y w a y s i t s a s i f s h e s i n t h e g r a v e a l r e a d y ; h e r c o u n t e n a n c e so still she appears to be in training for the coffin. Indeed, if she were to die today in this old hospital, nary a person would take note other than those few who recall her name from the papers. T h o s e f e w w h o d m u t t e r t o t h e m s e l v e s a h , t h a t s a s h a m e - t h e poor girl , " and then turn the page to learn more of the recent stabbings in Notting Hill.

10 December 1864

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Though she appears weak, she must have a strong constitution to survive until now. Her fever persists, her breathing heaves violently at times and, even after more than a year of healing, burns so massive commonly cause great discomfort. Youd never imagine shes in any distress, though, the way shes stretched, as lifeless as a British Museum mummy. I daresay, h o w e v e r , t h a t I l l s t i r h e r f r o m h e r d r e a m e r y , e v e n i f t h e r e s p o n s e i s i n v o l u n t a r y . I l l b e g i n t o m o r r o w w i t h a s t e a d y t r e a t m e n t o f c o l d plasters and bloodletting. The bleeding might cause some relief to h e r d e m e n t i a . I a l s o h a v e a n e w s h o c k a p p a r a t u s t h a t I d l i k e t o try on her. I m curious to see how she reacts to this treatment.

14 December 1864
The physicians who treated her burns reported that she barely noticed when they debrided and dressed her wounds. Indeed, she rarely showed any agitation at all when they examined her over the months. They also report, however, that on some nights, she howled like a banshee. When the nurses responded to the screams, Alice would hush, as if magically released from her demons. Eventually, they stopped responding to these outbursts. And, after a short while, she stopped uttering any noise whatsoever.

6 January 1865
Another patient died in the night. I d been treating her with the same potion I intend for Alice. I had been quite certain she was improving with each subsequent vial, so this development is quite vexing. Perhaps the stronger mixture was too much for her chronically weak chest. A little more experimentation is in order b e f o r e I f e e d t h i s s e r u m t o A l i c e . little less laudanum A camphor little more spared h er. and a 22 January 1865 might have 3 /12 / 73 1
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The bleeding doesnt appear to be causing a significant change, except for the increased pallor of her complexion. Contrasted against her drab rags, shes turned an uncanny shade of ivory. The bloodletting will prime her constitution for my restorative potion.

18 February 1865
Three amputations in a week - thats a high number, for any hospital. I dream of wiggling stumps and splintery crutches. I mumble a prayer of thanks to Napoleons surgeon - how terrible the screams must have been before he discovered the technique for painless amputio amputation. I c a n t s e e m t o e s c a p e t h e c h l o r o f o r m s c l o y i n g o d o r .

23 February 1865
Through the windows of my laboratory, I can glimpse the garden ward. Nurse D- is leading a group of children to the airing room. I listen to the great shuffling of feet on the pebble path. Will Alice, I wonder, ever stroll the grounds with the others? Will she ever regain her senses? Or, for the rest of her days will she remain cloistered behind these thick, grey walls? Based on her progress so far, it seems futile to hold out much hope for a cure. ined her le could I have imag

24 February 1865

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In the first months of her treatment, a surgeon by the name of Grantham took particular interest in Alices case. He viewed her early reluctance to rejoin society as quite normal considering what shed been through. The all-consuming fire. The loss of ones entire family. The shattered and scorched body. I ts quite natural for anyone, let alone a child, to give way under such strain.

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Yet, as the months passed, and as Grantham became more familiar with Alice, he began to comprehend that her problems were a manifestation of a far graver trauma. Bones eventually mended, as did the seared flesh; yet Alice remained locked away in her cocoon. Unfortunate chap, this Grantham. Seems like he had a collapse of his own. One day he was going about his hospital routine, perambulating amongst the feeble and infirm. The next day, though no one knows why, he turned up every bit as diseased as one of his patients, speaking gibberish and smashing apothecary jars. I v e s e e n i t h a p p e n h e r e w h e r e d o c t o r s p a s s o v e r t o t h e o t h e r s i d e , and, frankly, I m surprised it doesnt happen more often. At any rate, Granthams tale concludes with a particularly grisly accident with a surgical implement.

23 March 1865
Nothing seems to aggravate the girl. I ve tried restraint - handcuffs, leg-locks and straightjackets. I ve tried solitary confinement. On the other hand, I ve allowed her to smell freedom, leaving her for hours at a time unattended in the garden. Yet nothing stirs her. I still have a number of methods, some of which I havent engaged in since the old days, but I m beginning to doubt anything can bring about a change in this one.

1 April 1865
Each year on this peculiar day I pause - exactly at noon according to my pocket-watch - to ponder the absurdity of such a day. Is it not ironic that we here should celebrate a holiday dedicated to fools? The girl has shut down completely. If it were possible, I d say Alice has retreated even frther further into what the European practitioners o f p s y c h i a t r y c a l l h e r " p s y c h e . " I ll k e e p t r y i n g d i f f e r e n t m e t h o d s , b u t unless theres some sort of marked improvement, theres no reason reason t o h o p e . I ll d o c u m e n t p r o g r e s s .. . i f i n d e e d t h e r e e v e r i s a n y p r o g r e s s .

7 September 1873
After years of slumber, she chooses to speak to us with a picture, a drawing of some sort of cat. Really, its nothing like any cat I v e e v e r s e e n .

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9 September 1873
I a d m i t t o a c e r t a i n a m o u n t o f e x c i t e m e n t o v e r A l i c e s s e m i - a w a k e n i n g . I have to be careful, though. At this point, its difficult to tell what this development - what I m pleased to call her progress - signifies.

10 September 1873
While Alice napped following her afternoon sedation, Nurse Dtook it upon herself to replace the rabbits missing eye. Even after living so many years in an infirm population, it can still surprise me when a seemingly trivial act so can trigger such a remarkable reaction. Alice woke from her nap and began to sob hysterically. "Tell me, child, whats wrong ? " pleaded Nurse D-. "What is it, dear ? " In an instant of semi-awareness, Alice spoke a sort of poetry. nto the hole again, we hurried along our way nto a once-glorious garden now seeped in dark decay She continued to cry, and it was only when Nurse D- plucked the newly-stitched eye from the rabbits face that Alice fell back into her customary state. aybe it ehavior, m h ese b Wit h such k e to stir t ta was a mis ken h er. awa 4 waters and -29/3/7

I compare her response - and my reaction to it - to the person who daily tosses a pebble into a pool of still water. Day after day, the pebble plunges to the murky bottom, causing a few nearly imperceptible ripples. One day, however, the pebble miraculously strikes a fish. What are the odds other than incredible to ponder? And what are the effects - compared to the ripples. Nurse D-, to follow the analogy, struck a fish in the pond today. I dont know whether to cheer at this response - any response - or grow alarmed over the intensity of her emotional outburst. At least we discovered one thing: she can speak.

11 September 1873
When she is so inclined, Alice can draw. This morning I was greeted by another of Alices artistic phantasmagorias. What is it shes rendering? I can only think its a depiction of her nightmare of Hell.

12 September 1873
Two demented youths hung themselves side by side in the ward last night. As a result, I couldnt devote any time to Alice or any other patients. There was some dissention from the townsfolk about not wanting these suicides to be buried within city limits. After some discussion, they relented. It was agreed to bury the boys separately in a clandestine fashion. One will be buried far behind Ramsbottom church, the other in Ribchester.

15 September 1873
It takes two to feed her, one to wedge open her mouth and the other to funnel food and medicine down her throat. Her jaw, it seems, is clenched in a deaths grip.

1 October 1873
For the past fortnight, I have labored until dawn in the laboratory preparing a new potion. Her recent activity has reinvigorated my research. I discovered last night, quite by accident really, that the smallest infusion of prussic acid and strychnine brings about a curious reaction. At least it seems to work well on the rats. Too much of either ingredient could prove quite lethal of course.

15 October 1873
A p p r o a c h i n g A l i c e s r o o m , I h e a r d t h e m u f f l e d s o u n d s o f laughter. A pair of orderlies were cursing at her and threatening h e r w i t h l e a t h e r s t r a p s . I t s e a s y t o s e e t h a t t h i s p a i r w a s w e a n e d from the same teat. Alice didnt respond to their tomfo tomfoolery; and the orderlies were not impressed by my reprimand. Good help is so hard to find.

18 October 1873
The Superintendent paid a visit. The smell of his perfumed handshake is still in my nostrils. He doesnt visit often, but when he does he arrives unannounced and remains overlong. Typically, he flounces through the infirmary pretending to be interested in this case or that. This time he requested to see Alice and asked for the leeches. When she refused to stir, the Superintendent stretched wide his mouth in a yawn of infinite boredom. When I displayed some of her recent artwork, the Superintendents attention was caught again as if someone jabbed his fatty palm with a hot poker.

He was in a very agitated state wh en h e departed.

24 October 1873
Nurse D- has been listening from outside the door. Alice, it seems, has been muttering inarticulately. Though no one can u n d e r s t a n d h e r , i t s l i k e l y s h e s a d d r e s s i n g t h e o n e - e y e d h a r e .

26 October 1873
Her case is not overly remarkabl e .. . at least not when compared to the countless other patients who live within these walls. I am not minimizing her tragedy - the undeniable strain is enough to set a n y o n e s m i n d a s k e w . I m a g i n e t h e h o r r o r o f h e a r i n g t h e p i t e o u s c r i e s of your entire family - trapped in their burning bedrooms - and being unable to help. Alice certainly heard such screams. I imagine s h e s b e e n h e a r i n g t h e m f o r t e n y e a r s . L ooking back , m ent. Her I retract this state arkable. 28 October 1873 case IS most rem I wedged a spoon into her clenched teeth while Nurse D-, serving as my reluctant assistant, poured the newest potion down her throat. When the convulsions commenced, I double-checked the harness, t u r n e d d o w n t h e f l a m e , a n d l e f t t h e r o o m . I t s a m a t t e r o f waiting now. Sh e l l h a v e a f i t f u l s l e e p t o n i g h t .
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3 November 1873
I h e a r t h e c l o c k t i c k i n g o n w a r d , p a s t m i d n i g h t , a n d t h e n I m suddenly aware of other sounds. In the barren pit of the night, the m o s t d i s t u r b e d m i n d s a r e a l i v e t h r o u g h o u t t h e a s y l u m . A l i c e i s n t stirring, so I listen to the blood-curdling shrieks, the haunting clank of shackles, the insane groaning, insufferable babble, and lunertic lunatic mutterings. After the initial convulsions, Alices body again appears lifeless. I f i t w e r e n t f o r t h e s p e r a d i c s p o r a d i c u t t e r a n c e s i n h e r s l e e p , I d h o l d t h e m i r r o r t o h e r m o u t h . I t s i m p o s s i b l e t o c o m p r e h e n d w h a t she says. It sounds like "too glum" or "through him" or "boo-jum." N o n s e n s e r e a l l y . I s i t a p e r s o n s n a m e ? A p l a c e ? O r s i m p l y some conjuring of this raving delirium? I yell the utterance into her ear and prick her shoulder with a needle - she gasps, but her speech does not become any clearer.

m ! The potion courses through her blood. Sitting in this cold room w But ho r e m i n d s m e o f t h e l a s t t r e a t m e n t h e r e . T h e s h r e d d e d p a d d i n g r e c a l l s to my mind the patient who believed rats spoke to him - they lived does sh e in the padding, he said. Indeed, he believed the spirits of his ancestors constr uct spoke to him through the rats. After the surgical drilling, he stopped such ? fantasies h a v i n g s u c h d e l u s i o n s a n d w a s r e m o v e d t o t h e D o r m i t o r y .

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Alice remains quiet.

17 November 1873
She didnt stir for two weeks after the last treatment. Day after day, the orderlies force the medicine-laced broth and other necessary gruel into her. Perhaps, again, I was mistaken; perhaps nothing can save the girl. She signaled a return to semi-consciousness with yet another sketch. confirm ed. y suspicions are M 21 November 1873 erlies are th e hose oafish ord erintendents T Sup Once again, the orderlies were up to their usual misbegotten p r a n k s . W e a r y o f p r y i n g o p e n A l i c e s m o u t h , t h e o r d e r l i e s s t a r t e d neph ews! " f e e d i n g " A l i c e s t o y r a b b i t , s p o o n i n g p o r r i d g e o n t o t h e s t u f f e d t o y . -13/4/74 While engaged in this feeding, the orderlies learned an essential l e s s o n i n a s y l u m p r o t o c o l - n e v e r t u r n y o u r b a c k o n a p a t i e n t . . . no matter how docile she seems. From information Ive gathered, Alice woke from her comatose state and attacked the orderlies. Quite venomous in her outburst, she pursued one of the twins with a spoon. Even in her condition, she was able to deliver quite a gash. She clutched the spoon like it was a butcher knife, gouging into his fleshy cheek. Ceasing in mid-attack, she turned the spoon on herself, digging it into her wrists, trying to open up her veins. I stitched her wounds and tended to the orderly. A l i c e s h o u l d n t s u f f e r a n y p e r m a n e n t p h y s i c a l s c a r s ; i t s t o o e a r l y th is sh ou ld n t to say the same about the orderly. An ou tb ur st su ch as
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She has returned to her dormant state. Nothing I say or do can entice her to relive her early morning animation.

7 December 1873
Theres been a slight change. Her mouth is now relaxed, and we can feed her without force. When its time for her elixir, she seems to part her lips slightly as if shes inviting the new potion into her belly. Hardly a cure, but any change symbols progress.

8 December 1873
A mangy cat was licking at Alices cheek. It hissed when I entered, and pounced onto the windowsill - it must be flesh and bones only to squeeze through the grate. I could almost perceive a smile on its scabbed face. Its curious how an animals countenance can appear almost human. There are so many feral cats on the grounds. I wouldnt be surprised if they outnumber the patients. ced on Alic e e of th e ca t that po un

11 December 1873

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Six insane children escaped today - no word has come yet regarding t h e i r a p p r e h e n s i o n . I h o p e t h e y d o n t h a r m t h e t o w n s p e o p l e .

12 December 1873
Nurse D- lifted Alice into a wheelchair and rolled her, along with the one-eyed rabbit, into the airing courtyard. Perhaps a change of scenery might entice a bit of cooperative behavior. The nurse favors the latest doctrine espoused by the Commissioners. Compassion is creed of the day. I watched from the window of my study. Alice didnt twitch.

13 December 1873
Something in the outdoor air may have stirred her imagination. On her return she produced an intriguing sketch. Once again she proves she is capable of doing something other than staring at the yellowed paint on the ceiling. talent in A t ti m es th eres6/4/74 h er madness. -2 15 December 1873 I t s b e e n t h r e e d a y s s i n c e I r e m o v e d t h e r a b b i t f r o m h e r r o o m . W e can hear her screams growing louder through the closed door.

16 December 1873
The missing children were found in the abandoned schoolhouse near Milton Cross. Five were returned to infirmary bruised and bloudeed bloodied from their excursion to the world outside. One was found at the bottom of an abandoned well.

18 December 1873
She raves on, worse today than ever before, as her latest drawings all too clearly indicate.

21 December 1873
When I entered her room today, Alice screamed at me to leave. I called for Nurse D-. We strapped her down and increased the pering morning dosage. a ly whis b repeated

25 December 1873

She has returned to her trance -like state, with one notable exception - her mouth stretches very wide whenever anyone enters the room. Wh e t h e r i t s f o r t h e p o t i o n o r f o r t h e f o o d , s h e s d e f i n i t e l y i n v i t i n g m o r e .

m eans W hat sh e m e " still and "drink 7 4 "Eat m e" -23 / 7 / eludes m e.

4 April 1874
Months pass and again nothing. I v e i n c r e a s e d t h e p r u s s i c a c i d b y t w o d r o p s p e r d a y . I w o n d e r i f I m wasting my efforts. Perhaps another patient would be a better choice for this treatment.

17 April 1874
Nurse D-, having lost patience with my treatments, insists on trying a "cure" of her own. She stitched the rabbit together and tucked it into bed with Alice.

18 April 1874
Interesting development! Alice has returned the gift, presenting Nurse Dwith a drawing of a rabbit, though its quite different than her toy.

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1 June 1874
Out of nowhere, and as shocking as a bolt of lightning across a sky of purest azure, Alice greeted me with a strange grin. And then, lightning bolt upon lightning bolt, she began to converse quite freely as if wed been speaking to each other like this for decades. Ill include just a smattering of remarks as evidence, not that the burden of proof is with me in this foul courtroom. " B e w a r e t h e s n a r k s p o i s o n o u s s p i t .. . r o l l t h e D e m o n D i c e w i s e l y o r t h e g a m e t u r n s o n y o u .. . n o t e t h e C e n t i p e d e h a s a t e n d e r u n d e r b e l l y .. . I e n j o y t h e t a s t e o f m u s h r o o m s , b u t n o t t h e o n e s t h a t b i t e b a c k .. . " Regrettably, I cannot regard this as an imprvement improvement in her condition.

2 June 1874
I t s a w o r l d o f s h e e r , c h a o t i c t e r r o r a n d u n m i t i g a t e d b l o o d s h e d thats the world she inhabits. So severe are her delusions, so fantastical and absurd, that at times its difficult for me to listen. She speaks of a nightmare realm where everything seems bent on her destruction. Gigantic bayonet-toting ants and flesh-rending flowers. Carnivorous fish and fire-spewing abominations. The range of hellish creatures populating her world is dizzying. They are, on balance, more deranged than the most demonic Bosch painting.

I t s a s i f I h a v e b e e n w a i t i n g a n d w a i t i n g f o r w a t e r t o p o u r from a spigot. Now, the water has finally started pouring, and I cannot staunch the flow, nor discover its poisoned source.

7 June 1874
More and more, she confides in me. She drones on and on. I think the elixir is at the proper dosage now. At times, she seems to fear and loathe my presce presence, yet she speaks as if she cant help herself.

8 June 1874
She spent the afternoon telling of a grisly siege between life-size chess pieces. Having been hounded by a cyclopic pawn, it seems she dispatched the one-eyed monster only to be chased mercilessly over the living chessboard by a pair of renegade rooks. As usual, her description was vivid beyond comprehension, a chronicle decidedly more compelling than anything in Froissart.

11 June 1874
Dozing for a few minutes only, I woke to the sight of Alices freed hands tugging at my watch fob. Shackles might be required for future sessions - at least until she behaves. Im taking her pencils as well. Lets see if this punishment provokes a response.

12 June 1874
I should have predicted this. Without pencil, she turns to poetry. Mange-ridden to the core, he leads me through the fray With the toss of a Jackbomb, I clear abominations from our way I asked her to describe a "Jackbomb . " Cunning and clever girl, she asked me to return her pencil.

15 June 1874
Her conversation contains flashes of lucidity. Certain powerful words, however, cause her to dip back into her fantasy world. And a word like "fire" can, for obvious reasons, set her tumbling into an abyss of sadness.
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17 June 1874
Alice hurled the teapot across the room. "How many times must I tell you? I only take tea with friends!"

18 June 1874
At times, she can be quite civil, and sometimes disgustingly vile. As an experiment, Ive decided to suspend all medication, except for a heavy dose of laudanum when shes in the foulest of tempers.

25 June 1874
Perhaps more cold saltwater treatments will cleanse some of the chaotic thinking from her mind. She has been ranting. In particular, shes been spouting violently against someone she refers to as the Red Queen. From day to day, her moods run the gamut from despondent gloom to vicious anger. The ancients believe that a strong wind blows through the minds of the chronically unstable. If a student of Hippocrates examined Alice, he might diagnose there was a tempest with the force of a thousand mistrals raging through her head. m in at es m uc h Tho ugh th e Q ue en do de sc ri be se s to conv er sa tion, Ali ce re fu . or dr aw th e m on ar ch s no li m it w he n sh e talk an ge r, th ou gh , kn ow s H er to th e Q ue en . t w ha t sh ed li ke to do ab ou - 2 0 / 7/ 74

19 July 1874
In her most disturbing outburst in quite some time, Alice attacked one of the nurses while being bathed. Called her "Duchess."

22 July 1874
From a recent conversation with Alic e : "What have you been doing, Alice ? " "Attending the tea party of course . " "Was it a grand part y ? " "Oh most grand, dear doctor. I fear nothing and soon the Keep will be in reach . "

25 July 1874
Her sleep is very restless one night and then calm as an infants the next. Shes become consistently unpredictib unpredictable.

27 July 1874
Alice delivered another verse to her puzzling rhyme. They taunt me about the burning as if I were to blame I clear them from my conscious with the eloquence of my blade

28 July 1874
She spoke at length of a place called the Fungiferous Forest. Its a place filled with mushrooms the size of large trees; fungus and foliage that grabs those who trample it; cavernous wastes filled with creatures who are as disturbed as any Ive ever heard of. re of a wn a pictu recall. S h e s ikderahis, I seem to 74 10 August 1874 t place l -2 / 8 / I t s d i f f i c u l t f o r m e t o c o n n e c t t h e m a s s i v e l y p a s s i v e A l i c e t o t h e aggressively assertive, powerful person she describes in her dreams. Her exploits with the knife conjure images of a musketeers swashbuckling panache; her acts of courage those of a selfless hero. These are not "delusions of grandeur." This is no simple madness. But what? eally see does sh e r How en 12 August 1874 h ersel f t h ? "Off with her head ! "
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Those were her only words today. She wouldnt explain what this meant, though her face betrayed the violent anger that is usually associated with her tales of the Queen of Hearts. at I ve grown

13 August 1874

Everything I can think of, I have done. Treatments, remedies, disciplines and pleasures - nothing makes a difference. Alice speaks

about m e th 4 hat does it say W st s ? -11/9/7 to such outb ur accustom ed

when and about what she wants, recites poetry on a seeming whim, draws pictures at her own pleasure. She does nothing at my command, instruction, entreaty or request. Shes become very willful, and nothing I do or say makes a difference. I truly do, however, become immersed in her fantastic tales of Wonderland. I wait for the day when she claims victory over the Red Queen and her minions, when Wonderland will be restored. Perhaps by this Alice will cure herself, regain her balance, and leave this place of her own volition. Sometimes she appears to be so close, but at other times Im certain i t l l n e v e r h a p p e n a n d s h e l l s p e n d t h e r e s t o f h e r l i f e h o u s e d b e h i n d R u t l e d g e s g a u n t b r o w n w a l l s .. . w i t h m e .

24 August 1874
I f i t s m y k e e n i n v e n t i o n y o u d l i k e t o d e s t r o y I l l w i t h s t a n d y o u r b e s t s h o t ; I v e g o t t h e r i g h t t o y

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