There Ought To Be A Book Written

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!

Yet What Are All Such Gaieties To Me Whose Thoughts Are Full Of Indices And Surds?

Of All Things, I Do Like A Conspiracy! It's So Interesting!

May We Not Then Sometimes Define Insanity As An Inability To Distinguish Which Is The Waking And Which The Sleeping Life? We Often Dream Without The Least Suspicion Of Unreality: 'sleep Hath Its Own World', And It Is Often As Lifelike As The Other.

I Never Thought Of That Before! It's My Opinion That You Never Think At All.