Somehow It Seems To Fill My Head

Five O'clock Tea" Is A Phrase Our "rude Forefathers," Even Of The Last Generation, Would Scarcely Have Understood, So Completelyis It A Thing Of To-day; And Yet, So Rapid Is The March Of The Mind, It Has Already Risen Into A National Institution, And Rivals, In Its Universal Application To All Ranks And Ages, And As A Specific For "all The Ills That Flesh Is Heir To," The Glorious Magna Charta.

My Hand Moves Because Certain Forces--electric, Magnetic, Or Whatever 'nerve-force' May Prove To Be--are Impressed On It By My Brain. This Nerve-force, Stored In The Brain, Would Probably Be Traceable, If Science Were Complete, To Chemical Forces Supplied To The Brain By The Blood, And Ultimately Derived From The Food I Eat And The Air I Breathe.

You Won't Make Yourself A Bit Realer By Crying.

There Is A Place. Like No Place On Earth. A Land Full Of Wonder, Mystery, And Danger! Some Say To Survive It: You Need To Be As Mad As A Hatter. Which Luckily I Am.

The Red Queen Shook Her Head. "you May Call It 'nonsense' If You Like," She Said, "but I've Heard Nonsense, Compared With Which That Would Be As Sensible As A Dictionary!