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Rule Forty-two. All Persons More Than A Mile High To Leave The Court.

To The Looking-glass World It Was Alice That Said 'i've A Sceptre In Hand, I've A Crown On My Head. Let The Looking-glass Creatures, Whatever They Be, Come And Dine With The Red Queen, The White Queen, And Me.

If It Had Grown Up, It Would Have Made A Dreadfully Ugly Child; But It Makes Rather A Handsome Pig, I Think.

You Used To Be Much More..."muchier." You've Lost Your Muchness.

It Takes All The Running You Can Do Just To Keep In The Same Place.