The March Hare offers Alice wine, but there is none. Alice tells the March Hare that his conduct is uncivil, to which he rejoins that it was uncivil of her to sit down without being invited. The Mad Hatter enters the conversation, opining that Alice’s hair “wants cutting.” Alice admonishes his rudeness, but he ignores her.
The tea party sits in silence until the Mad Hatter asks the March Hare the time. When he discovers that the March Hare’s watch, which measures the day of the month, is broken, the Mad Hatter becomes angry. He blames the March Hare for getting crumbs on the watch when the March Hare was spreading butter on it. The March Hare sullenly dips the watch in his tea, dejectedly remarking that “It was the best butter.”
The Mad Hatter calmly explains that Time is a “him,” not an “it.” He goes on to recount how Time has been upset ever since the Queen of Hearts said the Mad Hatter was “murdering time” while he performed a song badly. Since then, Time has stayed fixed at six o’clock, which means that they exist in perpetual tea-time.
I have not murdered time, but since I approached December 2013, I'm in perpetual winter-time.
I landed in an icy hurricane in Copenhagen in the beginning in December, lived across the frozen Emdup lake, could not believe my eyes when I saw the frozen Nohavn (a 17th-century waterfront close to Copenhagen), tried not to slip on frozen snow in Gentofte , and got soaking wet in an just above zero hail storm in Aarhus.
And since Im back in South Africa, we experience a harsh winter. Sutherland's -13 is cold, and Bloemfontein's -8 is also quite uncomfortable.
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| Rooikloof Guest Farm (Picture from www.rooikloof.co.za) |
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| Snow on the Drakensberg Mountains at Champagne Sports Resort (Picture from Snow Report SA) |
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| Snow-capped Protea at Jonkershoek (Picture from Snow Report SA) |
