A Thick Stick In One's Hand Makes

Alice Was Beginning To Get Very Tired Of Sitting By Her Sister On The Bank, And Of Having Nothing To Do: Once Or Twice She Had Peeped Into The Book Her Sister Was Reading, But It Had No Pictures Or Conversations In It, “and What Is The Use Of A Book,” Thought Alice, “without Pictures Or Conversation?

If There's No Meaning In It," Said The King, "that Saves A World Of Trouble, You Know, As We Needn't Try To Find Any. And Yet I Don't Know," He Went On [...]; "i Seem To See Some Meaning In Them, After All.

There Are Certain Things--as, A Spider, A Ghost, The Income-tax, Gout, An Umbrella For Three-- That I Hate, But The Thing That I Hate The Most Is A Thing They Call The Sea.

Come Back!" The Caterpillar Called After Her. "i've Something Important To Say." This Sounded Promising, Certainly. Alice Turned And Came Back Again. "keep Your Temper," Said The Caterpillar.

With A Sort Of Mental Squint.