The title of an old musical comedy flashes in her memory, 'Stop the World, I Want to Get Off.' But, "That's how I feel now," she cries. "How can I have let myself get in here? Bear! Squirrel! Dog! Where are you?" yells Wonder. No response.
"I'm not safe. I have nothing to hold onto. Nothing to kick. Arghrr!!" Wonder rages. She clenches her fists fiercely. She can feel her anger snaking up the nerves around her spine in a great mad spasm. Foggy feelings swirl up around her head like the mushroom cloud of an atomic explosion.
Some of the fog folds in on itself in rotation. Decelerating to slow motion, it wraps around Wonder. It's mixed with hints and wisps of vaporous liquid yearning, in golden channels, honeycombing a strange stuff of clear light. It's near white, but more like rainbows beaten up into a light foam. Here and there open spaces reveal thin green rivers flowing in fountain arcs swum with golden oval globules. Wonder's fear is less. She recognizes the streams as Cosmic Juices Transmuted in a Person.
Wonder in Aliceland, pages 44 and 45