Sentence First, Verdict Afterwards.

The Sun Was Shining On The Sea, Shining With All His Might: He Did His Very Best To Make The Billows Smooth And Bright-- And This Was Odd, Because It Was The Middle Of The Night.

Speak In French When You Can't Think Of The English For A Thing. Turn Out Your Toes As You Walk. And Remember Who You Are!

And My Heart Is Like Nothing So Much As A Bowl Brimming Over With Quivering Curds!

And Here Alice Began To Get Rather Sleepy, And Went On Saying To Herself, In A Dreamy Sort Of Way, 'do Cats Eat Bats? Do Cats Eat Bats?' And Sometimes, 'do Bats Eat Cats?' For, You See, As She Couldn't Answer Either Question, It Didn't Much Matter Which Way She Put It.

The Vast Unfathomable Sea Is But A Notion-unto Me.