“i Don't Like The Look Of It

Alice Tried Another Question. "what Sort Of People Live About Here?" "in That Direction," The Cat Said, Waving Its Right Paw Round, "lives A Hatter: And In That Direction," Waving The Other Paw, "lives A March Hare. Visit Either You Like: They're Both Mad." "but I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People," Alice Remarked. "oh, You Can't Help That," Said The Cat: "we're All Mad Here. I'm Mad. You're Mad." "how Do You Know I'm Mad?" Said Alice. "you Must Be," Said The Cat, "or You Wouldn't Have Come Here."

Do You Suppose She's A Wildflower?

The Vast Unfathomable Sea Is But A Notion-unto Me.

When She Thought It Over Afterwards It Occurred To Her That She Ought To Have Wondered At This, But At The Time It All Seemed Quite Natural

If He Smiled Much More, The Ends Of His Mouth Might Meet Behind, And Then I Don't Know What Would Happen To His Head! I'm Afraid It Would Come Off!