What is a good simile in the book Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll?

She was up on the chimney-piece while she said this, though she hardly knew how she had got there. And certainly the glass was beginning to melt away, just like a bright silvery mist.

But how curiously it twists! It's more like a corkscrew than a path!

'Her petals are done up close, almost like a dahlia,' the Tiger-lily interrupted: 'not tumbled about anyhow, like yours.'

'I declare it's marked out just like a large chessboard!' Alice said at last. 'There ought to be some men moving about somewhere- and so there are!'

'Now then! Show your ticket, child!' the Guard went on, looking angrily at Alice. And a great many voices all said together ('like the chorus of a song,' thought Alice), 'Don't keep him waiting, child! Why, his time is worth a thousand pounds a minute!'

'I'm sure I'm very sorry,' was all Alice could say; for the Words of the old song kept ringing through her head like the ticking of a clock, and she could hardly help saying them out loud: --

They looked so exactly like a couple of great schoolboys, that Alice couldn't help pointing her finger at Tweedledum, and saying 'First Boy!'

Here she checked herself in some alarm, at hearing something that sounded to her like the puffing of a large steam-engine in the wood near them, thought she feared it was more likely to be a wild beast. 'Are there any lions or tigers about here?' she asked timidly. 'It's only the Red King snoring,' said Tweedledee.

'If that there King was to wake,' added Tweedledum, 'you'd go out- bang!- just like a candle!'

But he couldn't quite succeed, and it ended in his rolling over, bundled up in the umbrella, with only his head out: and there he lay, opening and shutting his mouth and his large eyes- 'looking more like a fish than anything else,' Alice thought.

Her screams were so exactly like the whistle of a steamengine, that Alice had to hold both her hands over her ears.

'How can she knit with so many?' the puzzled child thought to herself. 'She gets more and more like a porcupine every minute!'

- and these, being dream-rushes, melted away almost like snow, as they lay in heaps at her feet-

'And how exactly like an egg he is!' she said aloud, standing with her hands ready to catch him, for she was every moment expecting him to fall.

'I said you looked like an egg, Sir,' Alice gently explained. 'And some eggs are very pretty, you know, she added, hoping to turn her remark into a sort of a compliment.

You see it's like a portmanteau- there are two meanings packed up into one Word.

'Well, "toves' are something like badgers- they're something like lizards- and they're something like corkscrews.'

'To "gyre" is to go round and round like a gyroscope. To "gimble" is to make holes like a gimblet.'

And a "borogove" is a thing shabby-looking bird with its feathers sticking out all round- something like a live mop.'

(For the messenger kept skipping up and down, and wriggling like an eel, as he came along, with his great hands spread out like fans on each side.)

And Hatta went bounding away like a grasshopper.

Haigha took a large cake out of the bag, and gave it to Alice to hold, while he got out a dish and carving-knife. How they all came out of it Alice couldn't guess. It was just like a conjuring-trick, she thought.

'What's this!' he said, blinking lazily at Alice, and speaking in a deep hollow tone that sounded like the tolling of a great bell.

What a noise they make when they tumble! Just like a whole set of fire- irons falling into the fender! And how quiet the horses are! They let them get on and off them just as if they were tables!'

First you take an upright stick,' said the Knight. 'Then you make your hair creep up it, like a fruit-tree.

Who are you, aged man?'

I said. "and how is it you live?"

And his answer trickled through my head

Like water through a sieve.

Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow,

Whose hair was whiter than the snow,

Whose face was very like a crow,

With eyes, like cinders, all aglow,

And muttered mumblingly and low,

As if his mouth were full of dough,

Who snorted like a buffalo --

That summer evening, long ago,

A-sitting on a gate.'

Alice sighed and gave it up. 'It's exactly like a riddle with no answer!' she thought.

'Waiter! Bring back the pudding!' and there it was again in a moment like a conjuring-trick.

'Her Red Majesty's very kind to mention it,' the White Queen murmured into Alice's other ear, in a voice like the cooing of a pigeon.

all the guests began drinking it directly, and very queerly they managed it: some of them put their glasses upon their heads like extinguishers, and drank all that trickled down their faces

The candles all grew up to the ceiling, looking something like a bed of rushes with fireworks at the top.