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The Garden of Live Flowers.
"I should see the garden far better," said Alice to herself, "if I could get to the top of that hill: and here's a path that leads straight to it--at least, no, it doesn't do that--" (after going a few yards along the path, and turning several sharp corners), "but I suppose it will at last.

But how curiously it twists! It's more like a corkscrew than a path! Well, THIS turn goes to the hill, I suppose--no, it doesn't! This goes straight back to the house! Well then, I'll try it the other way." And so she did: wandering up and down, and trying turn after turn, but always coming back to the house, do what she would.

Indeed, once, when she turned a corner rather more quickly than usual, she ran against it before she could stop herself.
"It's no use talking about it," Alice said, looking up at the house and pretending it was arguing with her.

"I'm NOT going in again yet.