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The book that has accompanied me throughout my entire life is Lewis Carroll's "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking-Glass" (they are 2 different works, but I have one book, a 2-in-1); I can't even remember how many times I've reread it, and with the years it becomes more and more interesting. Every time I discover something new that was previously unknown to me; there is so much practical meaning in these works—from them, I learned about the theory of the empty set and many other things. But most importantly, the heroine of this book is a kind of peculiar, surreal copy of myself: the ability to make brilliant yet sometimes simultaneously absurd logical conclusions, childlike spontaneity, and a desire to understand the essence of the universe, and occasionally the feeling that everyone around has gone mad—these are the main threads stretching from Alice Liddell to me.
In short, it is a wonderful book, but to understand me, you need to read it.
In short, it is a wonderful book, but to understand me, you need to read it.