Either It Brings Tears To

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

We're All Mad Here.

The Hurrier I Go, The Behinder I Get.

And How Do You Know That You're Mad?

This Piece Of Rudeness Was More Than Alice Could Bear: She Got Up In Great Disgust, And Walked Off; The Dormouse Fell Asleep Instantly, And Neither Of The Others Took The Least Notice Of Her Going, Though She Looked Back Once Or Twice, Half Hoping That They Would Call After Her: The Last Time She Saw Them, They Were Trying To Put The Dormouse Into The Teapot. At Any Rate I'll Never Go There Again!' Said Alice As She Picked Her Way Through The Wood. "it's The Stupidest Tea-party I Ever Was At In All My Life!