Curiouser And Curiouser.

A Tale Begun In Other Days, When Summer Suns Were Glowing - A Simple Chime, That Served To Time The Rhythm Of Your Rowing - Whose Echoes Live In Memory Yet, Though Envious Years Would Say 'forget.

She [alice] Went On "and How Do You Know That You're Mad?" "to Begin With," Said The Cat, "a Dog's Not Mad. You Grant That?" "i Suppose So," Said Alice. "well, Then," The Cat Went On, "you See, A Dog Growls When It's Angry, And Wags It's Tail When It's Pleased. Now I Growl When I'm Pleased, And Wag My Tail When I'm Angry. Therefore I'm Mad."

By Which I Get My Wealth-- And Very Gladly Will I Drink Your Honour's Noble Health.

When All Has Been Considered, It Seems To Me To Be The Irresistible Intuition That Infinite Punishment For Finite Sin Would Be Unjust, And Therefore Wrong. We Feel That Even Weak And Erring Man Would Shrink From Such An Act. And We Cannot Conceive Of God As Acting On A Lower Standard Of Right And Wrong.

It Would Be So Nice If Something Made Sense For A Change.