Consider Anything, Only Don’t Cry!

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.

And My Heart Is Like Nothing So Much As A Bowl Brimming Over With Quivering Curds!

The Recent Extraordinary Discovery In Photography, As Applied In The Operations Of The Mind, Has Reduced The Art Of Novel-writing To The Merest Mechanical Labour.

Do You Suppose She's A Wildflower?

To The Looking-glass World It Was Alice That Said 'i've A Sceptre In Hand, I've A Crown On My Head. Let The Looking-glass Creatures, Whatever They Be, Come And Dine With The Red Queen, The White Queen, And Me.