I’m sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown.
The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and scurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go.
For nonsense, as Chesterton liked to tell us, is a way of looking at existence that is akin to religious humility and wonder.
I ca’n’t remember things as I used- and I don’t keep the same size for ten minutes together!
And ever since that,” the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, “He wo’n’t do a thing I ask! It’s always six o’clock now.
I am real!” said Alice, and began to cry.
This style of literature was called Nonsense and Carroll was universally acknowledged to be its undisputed master.
It is her solidity that is magical. The wonders are not wild or strange but odd and curious.
Please, Ma’am, is this New Zealand or Australia?“ – and she tried to curtsey.
She felt very curious to know what it was all about, and crept a little way out of the wood to listen.
It isn’t respectable to beg.
Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare “You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.
Why,′ said the Dodo, ’the best way to explain it is to do it.
For the Congregation this new movement involves the danger of learning to think that the Services are done for them; and that their bodily presence is all they need contribute. And, for Clergy and Congregation alike, it involves the danger of regarding these elaborate Services as ends in themselves, and of forgetting that they are simply means, and the very hollowest of mockeries, unless they bear fruit in our lives.
I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they’ll.
I’ll stay down here! It’ll be no use their putting their heads down and saying “Come up again, dear!” I shall only look up and say “Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I’ll come up: if not, I’ll stay down here till I’m somebody else” – but, oh dear!’ cried Alice, with a sudden burst of tears, ‘I do wish they would put their heads down! I am so very tired of being all alone here!
Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan To me as quickly as you can.” “And wherefore should I lend it you?” “The reason, Cook, is plain to view. I wish to make an Irish stew.” “What meat is in that stew to go?” “My sister’ll be the contents!” “Oh!” “You’ll lend the pan to me, Cook?” “No!” Moral: Never stew your sister.
White Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other: he.
The “i” in “slithy” is long, as in “writhe”; and “toves” is pronounced so as to rhyme with “groves.” Again, the first “o” in “borogoves” is pronounced like the “o” in “borrow.” I have heard people try to give it the sound of the “o” in “worry.” Such is Human Perversity.
ORANGE MARMALADE’, but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so.