Consider Anything, Only Don’t Cry!

But It's No Use Now," Thought Poor Alice, "to Pretend To Be Two People! Why, There's Ahrdly Enough Of Me Left To Make One Respectable Person!

I Mean, What Is An Un-birthday Present?" A Present Given When It Isn't Your Birthday, Of Course." Alice Considered A Little. "i Like Birthday Presents Best," She Said At Last. You Don't Know What You're Talking About!" Cried Humpty Dumpty. "how Many Days Are There In A Year?" Three Hundred And Sixty-five," Said Alice. And How Many Birthdays Have You?" One.

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.

We're All Mad Here.

I'm Very Much Afraid I Didn't Mean Anything But Nonsense. Still, You Know, Words Mean More Than We Mean To Express When We Use Them; So A Whole Book Ought To Mean A Great Deal More Than The Writer Means. So, Whatever Good Meanings Are In The Book, I'm Glad To Accept As The Meaning Of The Book.