Can You Do Division? Divide A Loaf

Twas Brillig, And The Slithy Toves Did Gyre And Gimble In The Wabe: All Mimsy Were The Borogoves, And The Mome Raths Outgrabe.

Is Life Itself A Dream, I Wonder?

When The Sands Are All Dry, He Is Gay As A Lark, And Will Talk In Contemptuous Tones Of The Shark: But, When The Tide Rises And Sharks Are Around, His Voice Has A Timid And Tremulous Sound.

Sentence First, Verdict Afterwards.

What I Tell You Three Times Is True.