Without A Plan, It Doesn't Matter Which

Crawling At Your Feet,' Said The Gnat (alice Drew Her Feet Back In Some Alarm), `you May Observe A Bread-and-butterfly. Its Wings Are Thin Slices Of Bread-and-butter, Its Body Is A Crust, And Its Head Is A Lump Of Sugar.' And What Does It Live On?' Weak Tea With Cream In It.' A New Difficulty Came Into Alice's Head. `supposing It Couldn't Find Any?' She Suggested. Then It Would Die, Of Course.' But That Must Happen Very Often,' Alice Remarked Thoughtfully. It Always Happens,' Said The Gnat.

Rule Forty-two. All Persons More Than A Mile High To Leave The Court.

When You Are Describing, A Shape, Or Sound, Or Tint; Don't State The Matter Plainly, But Put It In A Hint; And Learn To Look At All Things, With A Sort Of Mental Squint.

She Felt A Little Nervous About This; 'for It Might End, You Know,' Said Alice To Herself, 'in My Going Out Altogether, Like A Candle. I Wonder What I Should Be Like Then?' And She Tried To Fancy What The Flame Of A Candle Looks Like After The Candle Is Blown Out, For She Could Not Remember Ever Having Seen Such A Thing.

Alice! A Childish Story Take, And With A Gentle Hand, Lay It Where Childhood's Dreams Are Twined In Memory's Mystic Band, Like Pilgrim's Withered Wreath Of Flowers Plucked In Far-off Land.