“i Don't Like The Look Of It

One Of The Hardest Things In The World Is To Convey A Meaning Accurately From One Mind To Another.

So Young A Child Ought To Know Which Way She's Going, Even If She Doesn't Know Her Own Name!

You May Charge Me With Murder--or Want Of Sense-- (we Are All Of Us Weak At Times): But The Slightest Approach To A False Pretence Was Never Among My Crimes!

And If You Take One From Three Hundred And Sixty-five What Remains?" "three Hundred And Sixty-four, Of Course." Humpty Dumpty Looked Doubtful, "i'd Rather See That Done On Paper," He Said.

Alice Tried Another Question. "what Sort Of People Live About Here?" "in That Direction," The Cat Said, Waving Its Right Paw Round, "lives A Hatter: And In That Direction," Waving The Other Paw, "lives A March Hare. Visit Either You Like: They're Both Mad." "but I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People," Alice Remarked. "oh, You Can't Help That," Said The Cat: "we're All Mad Here. I'm Mad. You're Mad." "how Do You Know I'm Mad?" Said Alice. "you Must Be," Said The Cat, "or You Wouldn't Have Come Here."