Without A Plan, It Doesn't Matter Which

Anon, To Sudden Silence Won, In Fancy They Pursue The Dream-child Moving Through The Land Of Wonders Wild And New, In Friendly Chat With Bird Or Beast - And Half Believe It True.

"take Some More Tea," The March Hare Said To Alice, Very Earnestly. "i've Had Nothing Yet," Alice Replied In An Offended Tone, "so I Can't Take More."

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.

"i See Nobody On The Road," Said Alice. "i Only Wish I Had Such Eyes," The King Remarked In A Fretful Tone. "to Be Able To See Nobody! And At That Distance Too! Why, It's As Much As I Can Do To See Real People, By This Light."

How Doth The Little Crocodile Improve His Shining Tail, And Pour The Waters Of The Nile On Every Golden Scale! How Cheerfully He Seems To Grin, How Neatly He Spreads His Claws, And Welcomes Little Fishes In, With Gently Smiling Jaws!