A Loaf Of Bread, The Walrus Said,

It Is The Privilege Of True Genius, And Especially Genius Who Opens Up A New Path, To Make Great Mistakes With Impunity

When I’m A Duchess,” She Said To Herself (not In A Very Hopeful Tone Though), “i Won’t Have Any Pepper In My Kitchen At All. Soup Does Very Well Without. Maybe It’s Always Pepper That Makes People Hot-tempered,” She Went On, Very Much Pleased At Having Found Out A New Kind Of Rule, “and Vinegar That Makes Them Sour—and Camomile That Makes Them Bitter—and—and Barley-sugar And Such Things That Make Children Sweet-tempered. I Only Wish People Knew That; Then They Wouldn’t Be So Stingy About It, You Know—

I'm Getting Rather Hoarse, I Fear, After So Much Reciting: So, If You Don't Object, My Dear, We'll Try A Glass Of Bitter Beer - I Think It Looks Inviting.

“i Don't Like The Look Of It At All,” Said The King: “however, It May Kiss My Hand, If It Likes.” “i'd Rather Not,” The Cat Remarked.

One Thing Was Certain, That The White Kitten Had Had Nothing To Do With It-- It Was The Black Kitten's Fault Entirely.