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Alice Was Beginning To Get Very Tired Of Sitting By Her Sister On The Bank, And Of Having Nothing To Do: Once Or Twice She Had Peeped Into The Book Her Sister Was Reading, But It Had No Pictures Or Conversations In It, “and What Is The Use Of A Book,” Thought Alice, “without Pictures Or Conversation?

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. If The Thought Of Sudden Death Acquires, For You, A Special Horror When Imagined As Happening In A Theatre, Then Be Very Sure The Theatre Is Harmful For You, However Harmless It May Be For Others; And That You Are Incurring A Deadly Peril In Going.

If You Do Not Know Where You Want To Go, It Doesn't Matter Which Path You Take.

Who Are You?" This Was Not An Encouraging Opening For A Conversation. Alice Replied, Rather Shyly, I--i Hardly Know, Sir, Just At Present-- At Least I Know Who I Was When I Got Up This Morning, But I Think I Must Have Been Changed Several Times Since Then.

His Answer Trickled Through My Head Like Water Through A Sieve.