In A Wonderland They Lie, Dreaming As

Who Did You Pass On The Road?" The King Went On, Holding Out His Hand To The Messenger For Some More Hay. "nobody," Said The Messenger. "quite Right," Said The King; "this Young Lady Saw Him Too. So Of Course Nobody Walks Slower Than You." "i Do My Best," The Messenger Said In A Sullen Tone. "i'm Sure Nobody Walks Much Faster Than I Do!" "he Can't Do That," Said The King, "or Else He'd Have Been Here First.

Come, Hearken Then, Ere Voice Of Dread, With Bitter Tiding Laden, Shall Summon To Unwelcome Bed A Melancholy Maiden! We Are But Older Children, Dear, Who Fret To Find Our Bedtime Near.

I Said It In Hebrew—i Said It In Dutch— I Said It In German And Greek; But I Wholly Forgot (and It Vexes Me Much) That English Is What You Speak!

I'm Very Much Afraid I Didn't Mean Anything But Nonsense. Still, You Know, Words Mean More Than We Mean To Express When We Use Them; So A Whole Book Ought To Mean A Great Deal More Than The Writer Means. So, Whatever Good Meanings Are In The Book, I'm Glad To Accept As The Meaning Of The Book.

We're All Mad Here.