through the looking·glass
There is no mystery in a looking glass until someone looks into it. Then, though it remains the same glass, it presents a different face to each man who holds it in front of him.


Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.

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littlejames:

“but that is because our minds are finite, whereas the Creator’s mind is infinite.”

“most of my mail these days was fan mail - and pretty strange it was, too.”

“Sul far del giorno, di nuovo il Guardiano apriva il cancello e suonava il corno, e le bestie entravano.”



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