Well That Was The Silliest

Charles Lutwidge Dodgson's Life In Space-time Colored His Liberated Life Of The Imagination.

But, Said Alice, The The World Has Absolutely No Sens, Who's Stopping Us From Inventing One?

You Shouldn't Make Jokes If It Makes You So Unhappy.

When, As A Child, I First Opened My Eyes On A Sunday-morning, A Feeling Of Dismal Anicipation, Which Began At Least On The Friday,culminated. I Knew What Was Before Me, And My Wish, If Not My Word, Was "would God It Were Evening!" It Was No Day Of Rest, But A Day Of Texts, Of Catechisms (watts'), Of Tracts About Converted Swearers, Godly Charwomen, And Edifying Deaths Of Sinners Saved.... There Was But One Rosy Spot, In The Distance, All That Day: And That Was "bed-time," Which Never Could Come Too Early!

Speak In French When You Can't Think Of The English For A Thing. Turn Out Your Toes As You Walk. And Remember Who You Are!