TO BEG A TALE...

Added on by suana verelst.

"All in the golden afternoon

Full leasurely 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 to weak
To stir the tiniest feather!"

[Excerpt from Alice in Wonderland,
Lewis Carroll]