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“A Game of Thrones” by George Martin

A Lannister always paid his debts.

“A Clash of Kings” by George Martin

Realm’s got more kings than a castle’s got rats.

Jefferson Airplane “White Rabbit”

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small

Shinedown “Her Name Is Alice”

I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time
And every creature lens themselves to change your state of mind

Hypnogaja “Looking Glass”

There's a place where the garden can take you
through the looking glass

Robert A. Heinlein “Friday”

Where can you have more fun in forty minutes with your clothes on?

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

Curiouser and curiouser!

Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll

— Pudding — Alice; Alice — Pudding. Remove the pudding!

William Shakespeare
from “As You Like It”

All the worldТs a stage,
And all the men and women merely players...

Rudyard Kipling
“If”

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you...

Warehouse 13

This is Lewis Carroll's mirror. Alice in Wonderland. “Off with their heads”

Dogma

“I don’t understand — how can you base your lack of belief in God on the writings Lewis Caroll?”

The Matrix

“If you want to know, follow the white rabbit.”

Michail Bulgakov
“Master and Margarita”

Meet the Cat

Voland makes a prediction

Yeshua’s trial

Ivan Homeless and the Master

Voland’s hospitality

Master meets Margarita

Robert Asprin
Epigraps for Myth series

I. Another Fine Myth
II. Myth Conceptions
III. Myth Directions
IV. Hit or Myth
VII. M.Y.T.H. Inc. Link
IX. M.Y.T.H. Inc. In Action

Lewis Carroll “The Walrus and the Carpenter”

“The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright —
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night…”

Alexander Alan Milne
“Winnie-The-Pooh”

“It rained and it rained and it rained…”

Bulgakov Master and Margarita

Storefront in Oxford

Photo: Storefront in Oxford.

Meet the Cat

"The cat proved to be not only a fare paying, but also law-abiding animal. At the first shriek from the conductress it retreated, stepped off the platform and sat down at the streetcar stop, stroking its whiskers with the dime. But no sooner had the conductress yanked the bell rope and the car begun to move off, than the cat acted like anyone else who has been kicked out and is still determined to get to his destination. Letting all three cars draw past him, the cat jumped onto the coupling hook of the last car, latched its paw around some pipe sticking out of the windows and sailed away, having saved himself a dime."

Voland makes a prediction

"Perhaps you know exactly how I am going to die?" inquired Berlioz with understandable sarcasm at the ridiculous turn the conversation seemed to be taking. "Maybe you'd like to tell me?"
"Certainly", rejoined the stranger. He looked Berlioz up and down as if measuring him for a suit, muttered through his teeth something like: "One, two... Mercury in the second house.. the waning moon... six - accident... evening - seven," then announced loudly and cheerfully, "Your head will be cut off!"

Yeshua's trial

"It happened thus," began the prisoner readily. "The day before yesterday, in the evening, I met a young man near the temple who called himself Judas, from the town of Karinoth. He invited me to his home in the Lower City and gave me supper."
"Is he a good man?" asked Pilate, a diabolical glitter in his eyes.
"A very good man and eager to learn," affirmed the prisoner. "He expressed the greatest interest in my ideas and welcomed me joyfully."
"Lit the candles..." said Pilate through clenched teeth to the prisoner, his eyes glittering.
"Yes", said Yeshua, slightly astonished that the Procurator should be so well informed, and went on: "He asked me for my views on the government. The question interested him very much."
"And so what did you say?" asked Pilate. "Or are you going to reply that you have forgotten what you said?" But there was already a note of hopelessness in Pilate's voice.

Ivan Homeless and the Master

...the visitor inquired, "What's your job?"
"I'm a poet," admitted Ivan with a slight unwillingness.
This annoyed the man.
"Just my bad luck!" he exclaimed, but immediately regretted it,
apologized and asked, "What's your name?"
"Homeless."
"Oh," said the man frowning.
"What, don't you like my poetry?" asked Ivan with curiosity.
"No, I don't."
"What have you read?"
"I've never read any of your poetry!" said the visitor irritably.
"Then how can you say that?"
"Why shouldn't I?" retorted the visitor. "I've read plenty of other poetry.
I don't suppose that by some miracle yours is any better, but I'm ready
to take it on trust. Is your poetry good?"
"It's terrible!" said Ivan boldly.
"Don't write any more!" implored the visitor.
"I solemnly swear not to."

Voland's hospitality

"Although it was a hot spring day, there was a log fire in the vast ancient fireplace, yet it gave no heat and instead the visitor felt a wave of damp and cold as though he had walked into a tomb. In front of the fireplace sat a great black tomcat on a tiger skin rug blinking pleasurably at the fire. There was a table, the sight of which made the God-fearing bartender shudder: it was covered with an altar cloth, and on top of it was an army of bottles - bulbous, covered with mold and dust. Among the bottles glittered a plate, obviously of solid gold. By the fireplace a little man, red-haired and with a knife in his belt was roasting a piece of meat on the end of a long steel sword. The fat dripped into the flames and the smoke curled up the chimney [..]

"Glass of wine? White or red? What sort of wine do you like at this time of the day?"
"Thanks but... I don't drink."
"You poor fellow! What about a game of dice then? Or do you prefer some other game? Dominoes? Cards?"
"I don't gamble," replied the bartender, feeling weak and thoroughly muddled.
"How dreadful for you," said his host. "I always think, present company excluded of course, that there's something unpleasant lurking in people who avoid drinking, gambling, table talk and pretty women. People like that are either sick or secretly hate their fellow men. Of course there may be exceptions. I have had some outright scoundrels sitting at my table before now!"

Master meets Margarita

Here his eyes opened wide, and as he whispered he gazed at the moon.
"She was carrying some of those repulsive yellow flowers. God knows what they're called, but they are somehow always the first to appear in spring. They stood out very sharply against her black coat. She was carrying yellow flowers! What an ugly color. She turned off Tverskaya into a side street and looked back. You know Tverskaya, there must have been a thousand people around, but I knew that she saw no one but me. And I was struck less by her beauty than by the extraordinary loneliness in her eyes."

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