Alice in Wonderland

[Tinkerbell]

“This grimoire was written in the language of angels.”

“Shouldn’t that be, like, harp music or chanting, and not hard-core hieroglyphics?”

Dad either wasn’t listening to me, or he just chose to ignore that. “What I don’t understand is why just that ritual was taken,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Of all the rituals, why just that one?”

“And when did someone take it?” I added.

Dad blinked at me, like he’d just suddenly remembered I was in the room. “What?”

“That book has been in that cabinet since, what, 1939? 1940? So did someone rip that page out sometime over the past seventy years, or was it torn out before the grimoire was even locked up?”

“I hadn’t even thought about that.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Curiouser and curiouser.”

Startled, I glanced over at him. “I say that sometimes.”

Even with his face tight with worry, Dad managed to look a little amused. “It’s from Alice in Wonderland. Appropriate, don’t you think?”

Yeah, except that our Alice’s rabbit hole had ended up being a heck of a lot darker, I thought.


Could you explain me why he refers to Alice in Wonderland?

[Tinkerbell]

Is he talking about “Curiouser and curiouser,” replic?

[Tinkerbell]

OK; I understand. Don't reply this.