I'm Getting Rather Hoarse, I Fear, After

She [alice] Went On "and How Do You Know That You're Mad?" "to Begin With," Said The Cat, "a Dog's Not Mad. You Grant That?" "i Suppose So," Said Alice. "well, Then," The Cat Went On, "you See, A Dog Growls When It's Angry, And Wags It's Tail When It's Pleased. Now I Growl When I'm Pleased, And Wag My Tail When I'm Angry. Therefore I'm Mad."

I Have Often Seen A Cat Without A Grin - But A Grin Without A Cat - Remember The Cat Kept Appearing And Disappearing Slowly Bit By Bit.

I Don't See How He Can Ever Finish, If He Doesn't Begin.

I Wonder If The Snow Loves The Trees And Fields, That It Kisses Them So Gently? And Then It Covers Them Up Snug, You Know, With A White Quilt; And Perhaps It Says "go To Sleep, Darlings, Till The Summer Comes Again.

In Another Moment Down Went Alice After It, Never Once Considering How In The World She Was To Get Out Again.