Fluttered away like a pack of cards:  reflections on Alice in Wonderland and adulthood
Jan31

Fluttered away like a pack of cards: reflections on Alice in Wonderland and adulthood

By Teddy Robertson  When I was about eight years old I was very sick with a fever that must have been unusually high. What caused it or what my mother and grandmother surmised it might be, I don’t remember now. But I was in bed in a dark room, restless and confused. The family prescription was that I needed to sleep, sleep being the general cure-all in household pediatric advice, circa 1953. But domestic illness lore also warned that...

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