Soup Of The Evening, Beautiful Soup!

People Who Don't Think Shouldn't Talk.

I Don't Want To Take Up Literature In A Money-making Spirit, Or Be Very Anxious About Making Large Profits, But Selling It At A Loss Is Another Thing Altogether, And An Amusement I Cannot Well Afford.

But Oh, Beamish Nephew, Beware Of The Day, If Your Snark Be A Boojum! For Then You Will Softly And Suddenly Vanish Away, And Never Be Met With Again!

You Evidently Do Not Suffer From "quotation-hunger" As I Do! I Get All The Dictionaries Of Quotations I Can Meet With, As I Always Want To Know Where A Quotation Comes From.

I Mean, What Is An Un-birthday Present?" A Present Given When It Isn't Your Birthday, Of Course." Alice Considered A Little. "i Like Birthday Presents Best," She Said At Last. You Don't Know What You're Talking About!" Cried Humpty Dumpty. "how Many Days Are There In A Year?" Three Hundred And Sixty-five," Said Alice. And How Many Birthdays Have You?" One.