If You Do Not Know Where You

Alice Thought To Herself, 'then There's No Use In Speaking.' The Voices Didn't Join In This Time, As She Hadn't Spoken, But To Her Great Surprise, They All Thought In Chorus (i Hope You Understand What Thinking In Chorus Means--for I Must Confess That I Don't), 'better Say Nothing At All. Language Is Worth A Thousand Pounds A Word!

Cheshire Cat: If I Were Looking For A White Rabbit, I'd Ask The Mad Hatter. Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, No No No... Cheshire Cat: Or, You Could Ask The March Hare, In That Direction. Alice: Oh, Thank You. I Think I'll See Him... Cheshire Cat: Of Course, He's Mad, Too. Alice: But I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People. Cheshire Cat: Oh, You Can't Help That. Most Everyone's Mad Here. [laughs Maniacally; Starts To Disappear] Cheshire Cat: You May Have Noticed That I'm Not All There Myself.

For, You See, So Many Out-of-the-way Things Had Happened Lately, That Alice Had Begun To Think That Very Few Things Indeed Were Really Impossible.

That Which Chiefly Causes The Failure Of A Dinner-party, Is The Running Short--not Of Meat, Nor Yet Of Drink, But Of Conversation.

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