Who In The World Am I? Ah,

I'm Getting Rather Hoarse, I Fear, After So Much Reciting: So, If You Don't Object, My Dear, We'll Try A Glass Of Bitter Beer - I Think It Looks Inviting.

Who Sail On Stormy Seas; And That's The Way I Get My Bread -- A Trifle, If You Please.

Alice Had Got So Much Into The Way Of Expecting Nothing But Out-of-the-way Things To Happen, That It Seemed Quite Dull And Stupid For Life To Go On In The Common Way.

"well, It's No Use Your Talking About Waking Him," Said Tweedledum, "when You're Only One Of The Things In His Dream. You Know Very Well You're Not Real."

Yet What Are All Such Gaieties To Me Whose Thoughts Are Full Of Indices And Surds?