How she longed to get out of that dark hall, 
and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, 
but she could not even get her head though the doorway...



'Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I 
could, if I only know how to begin.' For, you see, so many out-of-the-way 
things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few 
things indeed were really impossible.