His Answer Trickled Through My Head Like

It Was For Bringing The Cook Tulip-roots Instead Of Onions.

Cheshire Cat: If I Were Looking For A White Rabbit, I'd Ask The Mad Hatter. Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, No No No... Cheshire Cat: Or, You Could Ask The March Hare, In That Direction. Alice: Oh, Thank You. I Think I'll See Him... Cheshire Cat: Of Course, He's Mad, Too. Alice: But I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People. Cheshire Cat: Oh, You Can't Help That. Most Everyone's Mad Here. [laughs Maniacally; Starts To Disappear] Cheshire Cat: You May Have Noticed That I'm Not All There Myself.

While The Laughter Of Joy Is In Full Harmony With Our Deeper Life, The Laughter Of Amusement Should Be Kept Apart From It. The Danger Is Too Great Of Thus Learning To Look At Solemn Things In A Spirit Of Mockery, And To Seek In Them Opportunities For Exercising Wit.

"well, It's No Use Your Talking About Waking Him," Said Tweedledum, "when You're Only One Of The Things In His Dream. You Know Very Well You're Not Real."

All That Matters Is What We Do For Each Other.