Un-dish-cover The Fish, Or Dishcover The Riddle.

My Hand Moves Because Certain Forces--electric, Magnetic, Or Whatever 'nerve-force' May Prove To Be--are Impressed On It By My Brain. This Nerve-force, Stored In The Brain, Would Probably Be Traceable, If Science Were Complete, To Chemical Forces Supplied To The Brain By The Blood, And Ultimately Derived From The Food I Eat And The Air I Breathe.

Take My Friends And My Home - As An Outcast I'll Roam: Take The Money I Have In The Bank: It Is Just What I Wish, But Deprive Me Of Fish, And My Life Would Indeed Be Blank.

When All Has Been Considered, It Seems To Me To Be The Irresistible Intuition That Infinite Punishment For Finite Sin Would Be Unjust, And Therefore Wrong. We Feel That Even Weak And Erring Man Would Shrink From Such An Act. And We Cannot Conceive Of God As Acting On A Lower Standard Of Right And Wrong.

I Said It In Hebrew—i Said It In Dutch— I Said It In German And Greek; But I Wholly Forgot (and It Vexes Me Much) That English Is What You Speak!

Whenever The Horse Stopped (which It Did Very Often), He Fell Off In Front; And, Whenever It Went On Again (which It Generally Did Rather Suddenly), He Fell Off Behind. Otherwise He Kept On Pretty Well, Except That He Had A Habit Of Now And Then Falling Off Sideways; And, As He Generally Did This On The Side On Which Alice Was Walking, She Soon Found That It Was The Best Plan Not To Walk Quite Close To The Horse.