“Children were empty vessels to be filled up with information. Give me a child under the age of seven ( a confident man had said) and I can mould it as I wish.”
“Your head is full of nonsense”, screamed The Duchess.
“Some things you just cannot get through a child’s head. Thickheaded they are.
Their ears are closed to all sense.
Oddly shaped diamonds formed in the spaces left by overlapping contradictions.
Everyone was having a go at pinning something onto her. Someone was siphoning air into her sleeves. Everyone was having a go at pinning something onto her. She began to rise into the air. Someone was siphoning air into her sleeves. “Too many pockets”, Alice cried” What will the duchess say if she sees?”
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