Well, When One's Lost, I Suppose It's

Magnitudes Are Algebraically Represented By Letter, Men By Men Of Letters, And So On.

I Don't Believe There's An Atom Of Meaning In It.

I Wish I Hadn't Cried So Much!” Said Alice, As She Swam About, Trying To Find Her Way Out. I Shall Be Punished For It Now, I Suppose, By Being Drowned In My Own Tears !

We Are But Older Children, Dear, Who Fret To Find Our Bedtime Near.

Alice Thought To Herself, 'then There's No Use In Speaking.' The Voices Didn't Join In This Time, As She Hadn't Spoken, But To Her Great Surprise, They All Thought In Chorus (i Hope You Understand What Thinking In Chorus Means--for I Must Confess That I Don't), 'better Say Nothing At All. Language Is Worth A Thousand Pounds A Word!