She Who Saves A Single Soul, Saves

For The Snark Was A Boojum, You See.

"write That Down," The King Said To The Jury, And The Jury Eagerly Wrote Down All Three Dates On Their Slates, And Then Added Them Up, And Reduced The Answer To Shillings And Pence.

"can You Do Addition?" The White Queen Said. "what's One And One And One And One And One And One And One And One And One And One?" "i Don't Know," Said Alice. "i Lost Count." "she Can't Do Addition," The Red Queen Interrupted.

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.

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!