A Tale Begun In Other Days, When

It's A Poor Sort Of Memory That Only Works Backwards.

He Was Part Of My Dream, Of Course -- But Then I Was Part Of His Dream, Too.

A Loaf Of Bread, The Walrus Said, Is What We Chiefly Need: Pepper And Vinegar Besides Are Very Good Indeed-- Now If You're Ready, Oysters, Dear, We Can Begin To Feed!

I Do Not Know If Alice In Wonderland Was An Original Story-i Was, At Least, No Conscious Imitator In Writing It-but I Do Know That, Since It Came Out, Something Like A Dozen Story-books Have Appeared, On Identically The Same Pattern. The Path I Timidly Explored Believing Myself To Be 'the First That Ever Burst Into That Silent Sea'-is Now A Beaten High-road: All The Way-side Flowers Have Long Ago Been Trampled Into The Dust: And It Would Be Courting Disaster For Me To Attempt That Style Again.

I'm Not Strange, Weird, Off, Nor Crazy, My Reality Is Just Different From Yours.