"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"
"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."
"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."
. . . . . .
"only a dream": always the myopic this or that, one or the other, all or nothing, as if everywhere, analogously, it is either snowing or it is not snowing. It is either flat or it is not flat. --All the reality I could bear. And it's true: if you bear with such things as real things, you are prone to accident, and nothing more. ***
"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"
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