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<channel><title><![CDATA[The Absinthe Minded Curator - dark rabbit hole]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole]]></link><description><![CDATA[dark rabbit hole]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2026 16:02:54 -0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[day thirteen]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-thirteen]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-thirteen#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2016 03:59:31 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-thirteen</guid><description><![CDATA[       Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way       off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at first she thought it       must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she       was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped       in like herself.      [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/uploads/6/9/4/9/69490711/2978534_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way       off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at first she thought it       must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she       was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped       in like herself.     </div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[day twelve]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-twelve]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-twelve#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2016 03:34:28 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-twelve</guid><description><![CDATA[And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going through the little door into that lovely garden.         [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><span><span>And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going through the little door into that lovely garden. </span></span><br /></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/uploads/6/9/4/9/69490711/1480583_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[day eleven]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-eleven]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-eleven#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2016 03:05:56 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-eleven</guid><description><![CDATA[It was so long since she had been anything near the right size, that it felt quite strange at first; but she got used to it in a few minutes, and began talking to herself, as usual. 'Come, there's half my plan done now!        [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">It was so long since she had been anything near the right size, that it felt quite strange at first; but she got used to it in a few minutes, and began talking to herself, as usual. 'Come, there's half my plan done now!<br /></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/uploads/6/9/4/9/69490711/6030254_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[day ten]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-ten]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-ten#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2016 02:44:41 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-ten</guid><description><![CDATA[It'll be no use their putting their heads down and saying "Come up again, dear!" I shall only look up and say "Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else"&mdash;but, oh dear!' cried Alice, with a sudden burst of tears, 'I do wish they would put their heads down! I am so very tired of being all alone here!'         [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">It'll be no use their putting their heads down and saying "Come up again, dear!" I shall only look up and say "Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else"&mdash;but, oh dear!' cried Alice, with a sudden burst of tears, 'I do wish they <em>would</em> put their heads down! I am so <em>very</em> tired of being all alone here!' <br /></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/uploads/6/9/4/9/69490711/7056814_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[day nine]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-nine]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-nine#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2016 02:15:14 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-nine</guid><description><![CDATA['You ought to be ashamed of yourself,' said Alice, 'a great girl like you,' (she might well say this), 'to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!' But she went on all the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, about four inches deep and reaching half down the hall.        [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">'You ought to be ashamed of yourself,' said Alice, 'a great girl like you,' (she might well say this), 'to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!' But she went on all the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, about four inches deep and reaching half down the hall.</div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/uploads/6/9/4/9/69490711/9774351_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[day eight]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-eight]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-eight#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2016 02:58:12 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-eight</guid><description><![CDATA['Come, there's no use in crying like that!' said Alice to herself, rather sharply; 'I advise you to leave off this minute!' She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people.        [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">'Come, there's no use in crying like that!' said Alice to herself, rather sharply; 'I advise you to leave off this minute!' She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people.<br /></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/uploads/6/9/4/9/69490711/3534319_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[day seven]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-seven]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-seven#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2016 00:18:09 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-seven</guid><description><![CDATA[There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never b [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">There was nothing so <em>very</em> remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so <em>very</em> much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually <em>took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket</em>, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. <br /></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/uploads/6/9/4/9/69490711/151040_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[day six]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-six]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-six#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2016 02:03:34 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-six</guid><description><![CDATA[There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again.         [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again. <br /></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/uploads/6/9/4/9/69490711/8362478_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[day five ]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-5]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-5#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2016 16:55:33 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-5</guid><description><![CDATA[Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, 'Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!'         [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, 'Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!' <br /></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/uploads/6/9/4/9/69490711/708061_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[day four]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-four]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-four#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2016 16:28:39 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/dark-rabbit-hole/day-four</guid><description><![CDATA['I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think&mdash;' (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) '&mdash;but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know.        [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">'I wonder if I shall fall right <em>through</em> the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think&mdash;' (she was rather glad there <em>was</em> no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) '&mdash;but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know.<br /><br /></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.theabsinthemindedcurator.com/uploads/6/9/4/9/69490711/2301704_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>