She Who Saves A Single Soul, Saves

Yes, That's It! Said The Hatter With A Sigh, It's Always Tea Time.

I Can't Explain Myself, I'm Afraid, Sir,' Said Alice, 'because I'm Not Myself You See.

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!

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

I'm Doubtful About The Temper Of Your Flamingo. Shall I Try The Experiment?