I think I’ve got a cancer of the throat, said Alice, there
is a burning wound in my oesophagus and I also have
a most awful headache; luckily I read on the Internet if
we could go for a series of medical tests every fifteen
minutes - the machines would trace the course of our
emotions in graphs of ailments - all psychosomatic
Now my face is burning, Alice told the Cheshire Cat,
what is the meaning of that? This is how it feels when
you are keeping back the tears, much better to sit down
and sob a lot - It doesn’t work, every time a single tear-
drop falls, I’m so glad of the privilege to be alive as a
human being, the tears and sobs stop - it's only that
My throat goes on burning - That is the yearning to
be talking to friends, tell them your sorrows and all
about the brother you lost; I want to, Alice explained,
but Tinker Bell said be brief - just inform them and -
what is the comfort in that? - I have a menagerie
of imaginary friends, would that help? - You can
Give it a try, the Cheshire Cat replied - Reality is
an illusion where everyone’s just an image in your
mind - whether you can see or only feel them, so
it is all the same in the magical phantasmagorical
holographic scene; I feel better already, Alice smiled,
here comes Ching-Ching, he's getting ready to play
The role of the CharKnight - while I shall play the
CharLady - with a burning throat!
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