Where things have no names

`This must be the wood, she said thoughtfully to herself, `where things have no names. I wonder what’ll become of my name when I go in?[] And how, who am I? I will remember, if I can! I’m determined to do it!’ But being determined didn’t help much, and all she could say, after a great deal of puzzling, was,`L, I know it begins with L!’

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Entrando nella foresta dove le cose non hanno nome, i nomi, per l’appunto, scompaiono. Alice s’accorge all’improvviso di aver smarrito anche il suo e, seppur sforzandosi, riesce a ricordarne soltanto la lettera iniziale, per di più errata: L. Continua a leggere