"The Things That Alice Believes In Are Manifold And I Do Not Agree"

#0011. You worrisome creature, it says. Look! it cries. You worrisome little toad. I cannot abide its insults and I ignore the floating eye. Look! it cries again. I try not shudder in its presence. I am not afraid of you, I say. But it knows everything. It sees everything. Are you She? I ask it. But it is not. It is something less than that. But it knows everything. It sees everything. Are you She? I ask it again. But it will not respond. It only insults me. It never answers my questions.