Soup Of The Evening, Beautiful Soup!

'what Is The Use Of A Book', Thought Alice, 'without Pictures Or Conversations?'

Rule Forty-two. All Persons More Than A Mile High To Leave The Court.

Mad Hatter: “why Is A Raven Like A Writing-desk?” “have You Guessed The Riddle Yet?” The Hatter Said, Turning To Alice Again. “no, I Give It Up,” Alice Replied: “what’s The Answer?” “i Haven’t The Slightest Idea,” Said The Hatter

I Do Not Know If Alice In Wonderland Was An Original Story-i Was, At Least, No Conscious Imitator In Writing It-but I Do Know That, Since It Came Out, Something Like A Dozen Story-books Have Appeared, On Identically The Same Pattern. The Path I Timidly Explored Believing Myself To Be 'the First That Ever Burst Into That Silent Sea'-is Now A Beaten High-road: All The Way-side Flowers Have Long Ago Been Trampled Into The Dust: And It Would Be Courting Disaster For Me To Attempt That Style Again.

The Queen Of Hearts, She Made Some Tarts, All On A Summer Day: The Knave Of Hearts, He Stole Those Tarts, And Took Them Quite Away!