{"id":1230,"date":"2019-10-15T17:55:09","date_gmt":"2019-10-15T17:55:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/zinequeen.littlethemeshop.com\/?p=82"},"modified":"2019-11-27T04:28:39","modified_gmt":"2019-11-27T04:28:39","slug":"a-museum-designed-just-for-instagram-feeds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/2019\/10\/15\/a-museum-designed-just-for-instagram-feeds\/","title":{"rendered":"A Museum Designed Just for Instagram Feeds"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\t\t\t\t\n

\u2018I\u2019m sure those are not the right words,\u2019 said poor Alice, and her eyes filled with tears again as she went on, \u2018I must be Mabel after all, and I shall have to go and live in that poky little house, and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever so many lessons to learn! No, I\u2019ve made up my mind about it; if I\u2019m Mabel, I\u2019ll stay down here! It\u2019ll be no use their putting their heads down and saying \u201cCome up again, dear!\u201d I shall only look up and say \u201cWho am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I\u2019ll come up: if not, I\u2019ll stay down here till I\u2019m somebody else\u201d\u2014but, oh dear!\u2019 cried Alice, with a sudden burst of tears, \u2018I do wish they would<\/em> put their heads down! I am so very<\/em> tired of being all alone here!\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As she said this she looked down at her hands<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

She had put on one of the Rabbit\u2019s little white kid gloves while she was talking. \u2018How can<\/em> I have done that?\u2019 she thought. \u2018I must be growing small again.\u2019 She got up and went to the table to measure herself by it, and found that, as nearly as she could guess, she was now about two feet high, and was going on shrinking rapidly: she soon found out that the cause of this was the fan she was holding, and she dropped it hastily, just in time to avoid shrinking away altogether. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n \u2018That was<\/em> a narrow escape!\u2019 said Alice, a good deal frightened at the\n sudden change, but very glad to find herself still in existence; \u2018and now\n for the garden!\u2019 and she ran with all speed back to the little door: but,\n alas! the little door was shut again, and the little golden key was lying\n on the glass table as before, \u2018and things are worse than ever,\u2019 thought\n the poor child, \u2018for I never was so small as this before, never! And I\n declare it\u2019s too bad, that it is!\u2019\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n

  1. As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash!<\/li>
  2. She was up to her chin in salt water. <\/li>
  3. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, \u2018and in that case I can go back by railway,\u2019 she said to herself.<\/li><\/ol>\n\n\n\n

    She swam nearer to make out what it was<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
    • \"\"
      \u2018I wish I hadn\u2019t cried so much!\u2019 said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. <\/figcaption><\/figure><\/li>
    • \"\"
      \u2018I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears!<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/li>
    • \"\"
      That will<\/em> be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.\u2019 <\/figcaption><\/figure><\/li>
    • \"\"
      Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way off.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n

      (Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

      • At first she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself. <\/li>
      • \u2018Would it be of any use, now,\u2019 thought Alice, \u2018to speak to this mouse?<\/li>
      • Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should think very likely it can talk.<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n

        At any rate, there\u2019s no harm in trying.\u2019 So she began: \u2018O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool? I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!\u2019 (Alice thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse: she had never done such a thing before, but she remembered having seen in her brother\u2019s Latin Grammar, \u2018A mouse\u2014of a mouse\u2014to a mouse\u2014a mouse\u2014O mouse!\u2019) The Mouse looked at her rather inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little eyes, but it said nothing. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

        \u2018Perhaps it doesn\u2019t understand English,\u2019 thought Alice; \u2018I daresay it\u2019s a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror.\u2019 (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she began again: \u2018Ou est ma chatte?\u2019 which was the first sentence in her French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. \u2018Oh, I beg your pardon!\u2019 cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor animal\u2019s feelings. \u2018I quite forgot you didn\u2019t like cats.\u2019 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

        \u2018Not like cats!\u2019 cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. \u2018Would you<\/em> like cats if you were me?\u2019 <\/p>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

        \u2018I\u2019m sure those are not the right words,\u2019 said poor Alice, and her eyes filled with tears again as she went on, \u2018I must be Mabel after all, and I shall have to go and live in that poky little house, and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever so many […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1214,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[131],"tags":[143,144,147,172],"class_list":["post-1230","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-art","tag-around-town","tag-art","tag-blog","tag-gallery"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1230"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1230"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1230\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1214"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1230"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1230"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1230"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}