Why Is A Raven Like A Writing

I Said You Looked Like An Egg, Sir. And Some Eggs Are Very Pretty, You Know.

Still She Haunts Me, Phantomwise, Alice Moving Under Skies Never Seen By Waking Eyes.

And, Has Thou Slain The Jabberwock? Come To My Arms, My Beamish Boy! O Frabjous Day! Callooh! Callay! He Chortled In His Joy.

Alice: This Is Impossible. The Mad Hatter: Only If You Believe It Is.

How Doth The Little Crocodile Improve His Shining Tail, And Pour The Waters Of The Nile On Every Golden Scale! How Cheerfully He Seems To Grin, How Neatly He Spreads His Claws, And Welcomes Little Fishes In, With Gently Smiling Jaws!