It's Too Late To Correct It: When

There's No Use In Comparing One's Feelings Between One Day And The Next; You Must Allow A Reasonable Interval, For The Direction Of Change To Show Itself.

Keep Your Temper, Said The Caterpillar.

When, As A Child, I First Opened My Eyes On A Sunday-morning, A Feeling Of Dismal Anicipation, Which Began At Least On The Friday,culminated. I Knew What Was Before Me, And My Wish, If Not My Word, Was "would God It Were Evening!" It Was No Day Of Rest, But A Day Of Texts, Of Catechisms (watts'), Of Tracts About Converted Swearers, Godly Charwomen, And Edifying Deaths Of Sinners Saved.... There Was But One Rosy Spot, In The Distance, All That Day: And That Was "bed-time," Which Never Could Come Too Early!

Well, When One's Lost, I Suppose It's Good Advice To Stay Where You Are Until Someone Finds You.

Where Should I Go?" -alice. "that Depends On Where You Want To End Up." - The Cheshire Cat.