And How Do You Know That You're

Beautiful Soup! Who Cares For Fish, Game Or Any Other Dish? Who Would Not Give All Else For Two Pennyworth Of Beautiful Soup?

You Evidently Do Not Suffer From "quotation-hunger" As I Do! I Get All The Dictionaries Of Quotations I Can Meet With, As I Always Want To Know Where A Quotation Comes From.

When I Come Upon Anything-in Logic Or In Any Other Hard Subject-that Entirely Puzzles Me, I Find It A Capital Plan To Talk It Over, Aloud, Even When I Am All Alone. One Can Explain Things So Clearly To One's Self! And Then, You Know, One Is So Patient With One's Self: One Never Gets Irritated At One's Own Stupidity!

All In The Golden Afternoon Full Leisurely We Glide; For Both Our Oars, With Little Skill, By Little Arms Are Plied, While Little Hands Make Vain Pretence Our Wanderings To Guide.

And, Has Thou Slain The Jabberwock? Come To My Arms, My Beamish Boy! O Frabjous Day! Callooh! Callay! He Chortled In His Joy.