What A Strange World We Live In...said

My Hand Moves Because Certain Forces--electric, Magnetic, Or Whatever 'nerve-force' May Prove To Be--are Impressed On It By My Brain. This Nerve-force, Stored In The Brain, Would Probably Be Traceable, If Science Were Complete, To Chemical Forces Supplied To The Brain By The Blood, And Ultimately Derived From The Food I Eat And The Air I Breathe.

You Can't Be That Good; You Work For Me.

The Sun Was Shining On The Sea, Shining With All His Might: He Did His Very Best To Make The Billows Smooth And Bright-- And This Was Odd, Because It Was The Middle Of The Night.

Life, What Is It But A Dream?

Who Did You Pass On The Road?" The King Went On, Holding Out His Hand To The Messenger For Some More Hay. "nobody," Said The Messenger. "quite Right," Said The King; "this Young Lady Saw Him Too. So Of Course Nobody Walks Slower Than You." "i Do My Best," The Messenger Said In A Sullen Tone. "i'm Sure Nobody Walks Much Faster Than I Do!" "he Can't Do That," Said The King, "or Else He'd Have Been Here First.