Be What You Would Seem To Be

The Cheshire Cat Only Grinned When It Saw Alice. It Looked Good-natured, She Thought: Still It Had Very Long Claws And A Great Many Teeth, So She Felt It Ought To Be Treated With Respect.

When I’m A Duchess,” She Said To Herself (not In A Very Hopeful Tone Though), “i Won’t Have Any Pepper In My Kitchen At All. Soup Does Very Well Without. Maybe It’s Always Pepper That Makes People Hot-tempered,” She Went On, Very Much Pleased At Having Found Out A New Kind Of Rule, “and Vinegar That Makes Them Sour—and Camomile That Makes Them Bitter—and—and Barley-sugar And Such Things That Make Children Sweet-tempered. I Only Wish People Knew That; Then They Wouldn’t Be So Stingy About It, You Know—

Once She Remembered Trying To Box Her Own Ears For Having Cheated Herself In A Game Of Croquet She Was Playing Against Herself, For This Curious Child Was Very Fond Of Pretending To Be Two People.

Child Of The Pure, Unclouded Brow And Dreaming Eyes Of Wonder.

Who Can Tell Whether The Parallelogram, Which In Our Ignorance We Have Defined And Drawn, And The Whole Of Whose Properties We Profess To Know, May Not Be All The While Panting For Exterior Angles, Sympathetic With The Interior, Or Sullenly Repining At The Fact That It Cannot Be Inscribed In A Circle?