For The Snark Was A Boojum, You

In Some Ways, You Know, People That Don't Exist, Are Much Nicer Than People That Do.

I Think I Should Understand That Better, If I Had It Written Down: But I Can't Quite Follow It As You Say It.

Once She Remembered Trying To Box Her Own Ears For Having Cheated Herself In A Game Of Croquet She Was Playing Against Herself, For This Curious Child Was Very Fond Of Pretending To Be Two People.

Curiouser And Curiouser.

Fading, With The Night, The Memory Of A Dead Love, And The Withered Leaves Of A Blighted Hope, And The Sickly Repinings And Moody Regrets That Numb The Best Energies Of The Soul: And Rising, Broadening, Rolling Upward Like A Living Flood, The Manly Resolve, And The Dauntless Will, And The Heavenward Gaze Of Faith-the Substance Of Things Hoped For, The Evidence Of Things Not Seen!