"Tickets, please!" said the Guard, putting his head in at the
window. In a moment everybody waws holding out a ticket: they
were about the same size as the people, and quite seemed to fill
the carriage.  "Now then ! Show your ticket, child!" the Guard
went on, looking angrily at Alice. And A great many voices all
said together ("like the chorus of a song", thought Alice)
"Don't keep him waiting, child! Why his time is worth a thousand
pounds a minute!"  "I'm afraid I haven't got one," Alice said in
a frightened tone: "there wasn't a ticket office where I came
from." And again the choirus of voices went on. "There wasn't
room for one where she came from. The land is worth a thousand
pounds an inch!..Why the smoke is worth a thousand pounds a
puff!...Language is worth a thousand pounds a word!" [Through
the Looking Glass, 129-30)]/p>  Click on thombnail additional
discussion and for a larger picture, which takes longer to
download.  This passage supports the theory that Alice's
imaginary world, with all its mad