PART ONE
“I am real!” said Alice, and began to cry.
“You won’t make yourself a bit realer by crying,”
Tweedledee remarked: “there’s nothing to cry about.”
“If I wasn’t real,” Alice said—half-laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous — “I shouldn’t be able to cry.”
“I hope you don’t suppose those are real tears?”
Tweedledum interrupted in a tone of great contempt.
Through the Looking-Glass, Chapter 4