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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, she’s a fair match for the infirmary’s 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 cat’s 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 day’s 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.
ed ’ e - som ething I ve learn It pays to heed th e felin over th e years. -21/ 10 / 73
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 didn’t 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 Alice’s 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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the way she’s stretched. I m curious to see how she reacts to this treatment.t h e poor girl . Her fever persists. 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. 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. I daresay. 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 . 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 . she must have a strong constitution to survive until now. 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. The bleeding might cause some relief to h e r d e m e n t i a . burns so massive commonly cause great discomfort. " and then turn the page to learn more of the recent stabbings in Notting Hill. ’ . Indeed. You’d never imagine she’s in any distress.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 . even after more than a year of healing. 10 December 1864 So quiet sh e appeared. as lifeless as a British Museum mummy. 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 . 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. though. adness already coursing mind ? m through h er -2 3 /1 0 / 73 Was th e deep Though she appears weak. her breathing heaves violently at times and. h o w e v e r . t h a t ’ s a s h a m e .
however. except for the increased pallor of her complexion. little less laudanum A camphor little more spared h er. When the nurses responded to the screams. Contrasted against her drab rags. and a 22 January 1865 might have 3 /12 / 73 1 - The bleeding doesn’t appear to be causing a significant change. Indeed. she’s turned an uncanny shade of ivory. Perhaps the stronger mixture was too much for her chronically weak chest. they stopped responding to these outbursts. that on some nights. I had been quite certain she was improving with each subsequent vial. she stopped uttering any noise whatsoever. The bloodletting will prime her constitution for my restorative potion. I d been treating her with the ’ same potion I intend for Alice. so this development is quite vexing. as if magically released from her demons. 6 January 1865 Another patient died in the night. she howled like a banshee. Eventually. she rarely showed any agitation at all when they examined her over the months. . And. They also report. Alice would hush. after a short while.14 December 1864 The physicians who treated her burns reported that she barely noticed when they debrided and dressed her wounds. 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 .
to give way under such strain. I t’s quite natural for anyone. for any hospital.is leading a group of children to the airing room.18 February 1865 Three amputations in a week . I wonder.that’s a high number. for the rest of her days will she remain cloistered behind these thick. I mumble a prayer of thanks to Napoleon’s surgeon . ined her le could I have imag 24 February 1865 L itt In the first months of her treatment. I listen to the great shuffling of feet on the pebble path. The loss of one’s entire family. The shattered and scorched body. ever stroll the grounds with the others? Will she ever regain her senses? Or. 23 February 1865 Through the windows of my laboratory. I can glimpse the garden ward. ly gambol in mind would eventual d gardens. Will Alice.how terrible the screams must have been before he discovered the technique for painless amputio amputation. a surgeon by the name of Grantham took particular interest in Alice’s case. I dream of wiggling stumps and splintery crutches. grey walls? Based on her progress so far. He viewed her early reluctance to rejoin society as quite normal considering what she’d been through. let alone a child. s an unimaginable forest -27/1/74 . Nurse D. 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 . it seems futile to hold out much hope for a cure. The all-consuming fire.
but I m beginning to doubt anything can bring about a change ’ in this one. and. Seems like he had a collapse of his own. . One day he was going about his hospital routine. 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 . I ve allowed her to smell freedom. I ve tried restraint . perambulating amongst the feeble and infirm. some of which I haven’t engaged in since the old days. Grantham’s tale concludes with a particularly grisly accident with a surgical implement. Unfortunate chap. he began to comprehend that her problems were a manifestation of a far graver trauma. this Grantham. Bones eventually mended.handcuffs. The next day. as the months passed. Yet nothing stirs her. I ve tried solitary confinement. leaving her for hours at ’ a time unattended in the garden. as did the seared flesh. and as Grantham became more familiar with Alice.Yet. ’ leg-locks and straightjackets. I still have a number of methods. though no one knows why. 23 March 1865 Nothing seems to aggravate the girl. speaking gibberish and smashing apothecary jars. At any ’ rate. frankly. I m surprised it doesn’t happen more often. yet Alice remained locked away in her cocoon. On the ’ other hand. he turned up every bit as diseased as one of his patients.
" I l’l 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 . 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 l’l 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 . Is it not ironic that we here should celebrate a holiday dedicated to fools? The girl has shut down completely. If it were possible.to ponder the absurdity of such a day. there’s no reason reason t o h o p e .exactly at noon according to my pocket-watch . b u t unless there’s some sort of marked improvement.1 April 1865 Each year on this peculiar day I pause . .
74 . a drawing of some sort of cat. Really. Even a o s drawing bizarre couldn’t foreshadowings n th e i magi to com e. she chooses to speak to us with a picture.29/3 / . it’s nothing like any cat I ’v e e v e r s e e n .7 September 1873 After years of slumber.
plucked the newly-stitched eye from the rabbit’s face that Alice fell back into her customary state. I have to be careful. what’s wrong ? " pleaded Nurse D-. we hurried along our way nto a once-glorious garden now seeped in dark decay She continued to cry. Even after living so many years in an infirm population. m h ese b Wit h such k e to stir t ta was a mis ken h er. and it was only when Nurse D. nto the hole again. aybe it ehavior. Alice woke from her nap and began to sob hysterically.signifies. dear ? " In an instant of semi-awareness. it can still surprise me when a seemingly trivial act so can trigger such a remarkable reaction. At this point.what I m pleased to call her “progress” . ’ 10 September 1873 While Alice napped following her afternoon sedation. it’s difficult to tell what this development . "Tell me. Alice spoke a sort of poetry. "What is it.a w a k e n i n g . awa 4 waters and -29/3/7 I I . though.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 . child. Nurse Dtook it upon herself to replace the rabbit’s missing eye.
any response . the pebble miraculously strikes a fish. struck a fish in the pond today. At least we discovered one thing: she can speak. Nurse D-. to follow the analogy. the pebble plunges to the murky bottom. Day after day.compared to the ripples.and my reaction to it .to the person who daily tosses a pebble into a pool of still water.I compare her response . What are the odds other than incredible to ponder? And what are the effects .or grow alarmed over the intensity of her emotional outburst. I don’t know whether to cheer at this response . however. One day. causing a few nearly imperceptible ripples. .
This morning I was greeted by another of Alice’s artistic phantasmagorias.11 September 1873 When she is so inclined. What is it she’s rendering? I can only think it’s a depiction of her nightmare of Hell. . Alice can draw.
I discovered last night. is clenched in a death’s grip. that the smallest infusion of prussic acid and strychnine brings about a curious reaction. As a result. It was agreed to bury the boys separately in a clandestine fashion. 1 October 1873 For the past fortnight. After some discussion. it seems. one to wedge open her mouth and the other to funnel food and medicine down her throat.12 September 1873 Two demented youths hung themselves side by side in the ward last night. At least it seems to work well on the rats. quite by accident really. One will be buried far behind Ramsbottom church. Her jaw. Her recent activity has reinvigorated my research. the other in Ribchester. I have labored until dawn in the laboratory preparing a new potion. There was some dissention from the townsfolk about not wanting these suicides to be buried within city limits. they relented. 15 September 1873 It takes two to feed her. Too much of either ingredient could prove quite lethal of course. I couldn’t devote any time to Alice or any other patients. .
and the orderlies were not impressed by my reprimand. 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. . Good help is so hard to find.15 October 1873 A p p r o a c h i n g A l i c e ’s r o o m . Alice didn’t respond to their tomfo tomfoolery. 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 h e a r d t h e m u f f l e d s o u n d s o f laughter.
18 October 1873 The Superintendent paid a visit. He was in a very agitated state wh en h e departed. This time he requested to see Alice and asked for the leeches. The smell of his perfumed handshake is still in my nostrils. He doesn’t visit often. the Superintendent stretched wide his mouth in a yawn of infinite boredom. the Superintendent’s attention was caught again as if someone jabbed his fatty palm with a hot poker. . Typically. he flounces through the infirmary pretending to be interested in this case or that. When she refused to stir. but when he does he arrives unannounced and remains overlong. When I displayed some of her recent artwork.
and being unable to help.trapped in their burning bedrooms . 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 . a n d l e f t t h e r o o m . m ent. 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 . When the convulsions commenced. . Though no one can u n d e r s t a n d h e r . serving as my reluctant assistant. Alice. t u r n e d d o w n t h e f l a m e . 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 . Her I retract this state arkable. at least not when compared to the countless other patients who live within these walls. Alice certainly heard such screams.has been listening from outside the door. -7/4/74 .. I double-checked the harness. 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 . poured the newest potion down her throat.the undeniable strain is enough to set a n y o n e ’s m i n d a s k e w . L ooking back . it seems.24 October 1873 Nurse D. has been muttering inarticulately. I t s’ a m a t t e r o f waiting now. 28 October 1873 case IS most rem I wedged a spoon into her clenched teeth while Nurse D-. 26 October 1873 Her case is not overly remarkabl e .e y e d h a r e . I am not minimizing her tragedy .
B o o ju -11/4 /74 Alice remains quiet. 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 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 . he said.they lived does sh e in the padding. After the surgical drilling. Indeed. 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." N o n s e n s e r e a l l y . p a s t m i d n i g h t . but her speech does not become any clearer. 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 . A l i c e i s n ’t stirring.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 . the haunting clank of shackles. . so I listen to the blood-curdling shrieks. and lunertic lunatic mutterings.she gasps. he believed the spirits of his ancestors constr uct spoke to him through the rats. 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 . Alice’s body again appears lifeless. a n d t h e n I ’m suddenly aware of other sounds. the insane groaning. 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 . It sounds like "too glum" or "through him" or "boo-jum. 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 . insufferable babble. m ! The potion courses through her blood. In the barren pit of the night. After the initial convulsions. 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 .
perhaps nothing can save the girl. She clutched the spoon like it was a butcher knife. From information I’ve gathered. I was mistaken.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 .17 November 1873 She didn’t stir for two weeks after the last treatment. she turned the spoon on herself. An ou tb ur st su ch as -1 3 /4 /7 4 ha ve su rp ri se d m e. -13/4/74 While engaged in this feeding. Quite venomous in her outburst. she pursued one of the twins with a spoon. Even in her condition. trying to open up her veins. Ceasing in mid-attack. Alice woke from her comatose state and attacked the orderlies. Day after day. . she was able to deliver quite a gash. 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 . gouging into his fleshy cheek. 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 . . again. the orderlies force the medicine-laced broth and other necessary gruel into her. 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. the orderlies were up to their usual misbegotten p r a n k s . 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 . I stitched her wounds and tended to the orderly. no matter how docile she seems. She signaled a return to semi-consciousness with yet another sketch. digging it into her wrists. Perhaps. 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 . 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 . confirm ed. y suspicions are M 21 November 1873 erlies are th e hose oafish ord erintendent’s T Sup Once again. .
More emaciated though. 8 December 1873 A mangy cat was licking at Alice’s cheek. I wouldn’t be surprised if they outnumber the patients. I could almost perceive a smile on its scabbed face. Her mouth is now relaxed. When it’s time for her elixir. but any change symbols progress. and we can feed her without force. ri wh en sh e ar -2 6/ 4/ 74 Six insane children escaped today .it must be flesh and bones only to squeeze through the grate. and pounced onto the windowsill . she seems to part her lips slightly as if she’s inviting the new potion into her belly. There are so many feral cats on the grounds.no word has come yet regarding t h e i r a p p r e h e n s i o n . Hardly a cure. . 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 .She has returned to her dormant state. ced on Alic e e of th e ca t that po un 11 December 1873 I t reminds mved here. Nothing I say or do can entice her to relive her early morning animation. It’s curious how an animal’s countenance can appear almost human. 7 December 1873 There’s been a slight change. It hissed when I entered.
13 December 1873 Something in the outdoor air may have stirred her imagination. into the airing courtyard. . Five were returned to infirmary bruised and bloudeed bloodied from their excursion to the world outside.12 December 1873 Nurse D. I watched from the window of my study. Compassion is creed of the day. talent in A t ti m es th ere’s6/4/74 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 . 16 December 1873 The missing children were found in the abandoned schoolhouse near Milton Cross. 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. Alice didn’t twitch.lifted Alice into a wheelchair and rolled her. along with the one-eyed rabbit. One was found at the bottom of an abandoned well. Perhaps a change of scenery might entice a bit of cooperative behavior. The nurse favors the latest doctrine espoused by the Commissioners. W e can hear her screams growing louder through the closed door.
worse today than ever before. 21 December 1873 When I entered her room today. Perhaps another patient would be a better ’ choice for this treatment.18 December 1873 She raves on. 17 April 1874 Nurse D-. having lost patience with my treatments. 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 . m eans W hat sh e m e " still and "drink 7 4 "Eat m e" -23 / 7 / eludes m e. I w o n d e r i f I m wasting my efforts. 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 . with one notable exception . insists on trying a "cure" of her own.her mouth stretches very wide whenever anyone enters the room. She stitched the rabbit together and tucked it into bed with Alice. as her latest drawings all too clearly indicate. 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 . Alice screamed at me to leave. I called for Nurse D-. a ly whis b repeated 25 December 1873 She has returned to her trance -like state. 4 April 1874 Months pass and again nothing. . We strapped her down and increased the pering morning dosage.
though it’s quite different than her toy. atch ? My w / 5 / 74 -10 . presenting Nurse Dwith a drawing of a rabbit.18 April 1874 Interesting development! Alice has returned the gift.
. She speaks of a nightmare realm where everything seems bent on her destruction. she began to converse quite freely as if we’d been speaking to each other like this for decades. And then. They are... I cannot regard this as an imprvement improvement in her condition. Carnivorous fish and fire-spewing abominations. So severe are her delusions. that at times it’s difficult for me to listen. 2 June 1874 I t s’ a w o r l d o f s h e e r . . lightning bolt upon lightning bolt. The range of hellish creatures populating her world is dizzying. . I’ll include just a smattering of remarks as evidence. . Gigantic bayonet-toting ants and flesh-rending flowers. Alice greeted me with a strange grin. 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 .. not that the burden of proof is with me in this foul courtroom. more deranged than the most demonic Bosch painting. . so fantastical and absurd.1 June 1874 Out of nowhere. on balance. and as shocking as a bolt of lightning across a sky of purest azure. 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 . . 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 that’s the world she inhabits. " 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 . " Regrettably. 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 . 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 .
Now. nor discover its poisoned source. She drones on and on. she confides in me.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. I think the elixir is at the proper dosage now. . yet she speaks as if she can’t help herself. she seems to fear and loathe my presce presence. the water has finally started pouring. At times. 7 June 1874 More and more. and I cannot staunch the flow.
I’m taking her pencils as well.8 June 1874 She spent the afternoon telling of a grisly siege between life-size chess pieces. a chronicle decidedly more compelling than anything in Froissart.at least until she behaves. 11 June 1874 Dozing for a few minutes only. . Having been hounded by a cyclopic pawn. her description was vivid beyond comprehension. Let’s see if this punishment provokes a response. As usual. I woke to the sight of Alice’s freed hands tugging at my watch fob. it seems she dispatched the one-eyed monster only to be chased mercilessly over the living chessboard by a pair of renegade rooks. Shackles might be required for future sessions .
12 June 1874 I should have predicted this. she asked me to return her pencil. . " Cunning and clever girl. she turns to poetry. Mange-ridden to the core. Without pencil. 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 .
cause her to dip back into her fantasy world. ersation Her conv ear. set her tumbling into an abyss of sadness. for obvious reasons. can be cl but h er s drawing show no gress. however. And a word like "fire" can. Certain powerful words. such pro -20 / 7 / 74 .15 June 1874 Her conversation contains flashes of lucidity.
and sometimes disgustingly vile. The ancients believe that a strong wind blows through the minds of the chronically unstable. 25 June 1874 Perhaps more cold saltwater treatments will cleanse some of the chaotic thinking from her mind. 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. th ou gh .17 June 1874 Alice hurled the teapot across the room. From day to day. he might diagnose there was a tempest with the force of a thousand mistrals raging through her head. Ali ce re fu . t w ha t sh e’d li ke to do ab ou . she can be quite civil. I’ve decided to suspend all medication. As an experiment. except for a heavy dose of laudanum when she’s in the foulest of tempers. or dr aw th e m on ar ch s no li m it w he n sh e talk an ge r. her moods run the gamut from despondent gloom to vicious anger. kn ow s H er to th e Q ue en . If a student of Hippocrates examined Alice. "How many times must I tell you? I only take tea with friends!" 18 June 1874 At times.2 0 / 7/ 74 . She has been ranting. she’s been spouting violently against someone she refers to as the Red Queen. In particular.
" "Was it a grand part y ? " "Oh most grand. Alice ? " "Attending the tea party of course . dear doctor. Called her "Duchess.19 July 1874 In her most disturbing outburst in quite some time." 22 July 1874 From a recent conversation with Alic e : "What have you been doing. 27 July 1874 Alice delivered another verse to her puzzling rhyme. She’s become consistently unpredictib unpredictable. I fear nothing and soon the Keep will be in reach . They taunt me about the burning as if I were to blame I clear them from my conscious with the eloquence of my blade . " 25 July 1874 Her sleep is very restless one night and then calm as an infant’s the next. Alice attacked one of the nurses while being bathed.
She wouldn’t explain what this meant. her acts of courage those of a selfless hero. I have done. Her exploits with the knife conjure images of a musketeer’s swashbuckling panache. It’s a place filled with mushrooms the size of large trees. powerful person she describes in her dreams. re of a wn a pictu recall.28 July 1874 She spoke at length of a place called the Fungiferous Forest. These are not "delusions of grandeur. But what? eally see does sh e r How en 12 August 1874 h ersel f t h ? "Off with her head ! " -2 4 /8 / 74 Those were her only words today. Treatments. 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. though her face betrayed the violent anger that is usually associated with her tales of the Queen of Hearts. Alice speaks about m e th 4 hat does it say W st s ? -11/9/7 to such outb ur accustom ed . S h e ’s ikderahis. cavernous wastes filled with creatures who are as disturbed as any I’ve ever heard of." This is no simple madness. ’ at I ve grown 13 August 1874 Everything I can think of. disciplines and pleasures . remedies. fungus and foliage that grabs those who trample it.nothing makes a difference.
She’s become very willful. I truly do. Perhaps by this Alice will cure herself. and leave this place of her own volition. regain her balance. w i t h m e . I ’ v e g o t t h e r i g h t t o y . when Wonderland will be restored.when and about what she wants. recites poetry on a seeming whim. entreaty or request. become immersed in her fantastic tales of Wonderland. instruction. Sometimes she appears to be so close. however. and nothing I do or say makes a difference. 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 .. but at other times I’m 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 . I wait for the day when she claims victory over the Red Queen and her minions. draws pictures at her own pleasure. She does nothing at my command. .
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