For The Snark Was A Boojum, You

I Believe This Thought, Of The Possibility Of Death - If Calmly Realised, And Steadily Faced Would Be One Of The Best Possible Tests As To Our Going To Any Scene Of Amusement Being Right Or Wrong.

So She Was Considering In Her Own Mind...whether The Pleasure Of Making A Daisy-chain Would Be Worth The Trouble Of Getting Up & Picking The Daisies.

Alice Came To A Fork In The Road. 'which Road Do I Take?' She Asked. 'where Do You Want To Go?' Responded The Cheshire Cat. 'i Don't Know,' Alice Answered. 'then,' Said The Cat, 'it Doesn't Matter.

There Are Certain Things--as, A Spider, A Ghost, The Income-tax, Gout, An Umbrella For Three-- That I Hate, But The Thing That I Hate The Most Is A Thing They Call The Sea.

With A Sort Of Mental Squint.