Can You Do Division? Divide A Loaf

I Wonder If I've Been Changed In The Night. Let Me Think. Was I The Same When I Got Up This Morning? I Almost Think I Can Remember Feeling A Little Different. But If I'm Not The Same, The Next Question Is 'who In The World Am I?' Ah, That's The Great Puzzle!

I Maintain That Any Writer Of A Book Is Fully Authorised In Attaching Any Meaning He Likes To A Word Or Phrase He Intends To Use. If I Find An Author Saying, At The Beginning Of His Book, "let It Be Understood That By The Word 'black' I Shall Always Mean 'white,' And By The Word 'white' I Shall Always Mean 'black,'" I Meekly Accept His Ruling, However Injudicious I Think It.

'who's Been Repeating All That Hard Stuff To You?' 'i Read It In A Book,' Said Alice. 'but I Had Some Poetry Repeated To Me, Much Easier Than That, By - Tweedledee, I Think It Was.' 'as To Poetry, You Know,' Said Humpty Dumpty, Stretching Out One Of His Great Hands, 'i Can Repeat Poetry As Well As Other Folk, If It Comes To That - ' 'oh, It Needn't Come To That!' Alice Hastily Said, Hoping To Keep Him From Beginning.

She's In That State Of Mind That She Wants To Deny Something Only She Doesn't Know What To Deny!

No Ghost Of Any Common Sense Begins A Conversation