Next came an angry voice – the Rabbit’s. She did not get hold of anything, but she heard a little shriek and a fall, and a crash of broken glass, from which she concluded that it was just possible it had fallen into a cucumber-frame, or something of the sort. “That you won’t” thought Alice, and, after waiting till she fancied she heard the Rabbit just under the window, she suddenly spread out her hand, and made a snatch in the air. Alice heard it say to itself: “Then I’ll go round and get in at the window.” “Fetch me my gloves this moment!” “Mary Ann! Mary Ann!” said the voice. But after a few minutes she heard a voice outside, and stopped to listen. And so she went on, taking rst one side and then the other.
Francesco Fonassi - CROCEDOMINI
Curated by Daniela Zangrando
