I warn you, dear child. If I lose my temper, you lose your head. Understand?
Why is a raven like a writing-desk? – Mad Hatter.
In proceeding to the dining-room, the gentleman gives one arm to the lady he escorts – it is unusual to offer both. In proceeding to the dining-room, the gentleman gives one arm to the lady he escorts – it is unusual to offer both.
What’s the good of Mercator’s North Poles and Equators, Tropics, Zones, and Meridian Lines?” So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply “They are merely conventional signs!
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.
Not like cats ” cried the Mouse in a shrill passionate voice. “Would you like cats if you were me.
Por lo general, son caras ante las que pasamos sin darnos cuenta.
Rabbit came near her, she began, in a low, timid voice, ‘If you please, sir – ’ The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go. Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she kept.
Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said: “one can’t believe impossible things.” “I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
Unimportant, of course, I meant,′ the King hastily said, and went on to himself in an undertone, ‘important – unimportant – unimportant – important – ’ as if he were trying which word sounded best.
If everybody minded their own business,” the Duchess said, in a hoarse growl, “the world would go round a deal faster than it does.
In spring, when woods are getting green, I’ll try and tell you what I mean.
In winter, when the fields are white, I sing this song for your delight –.
Duchess’s knee, while plates and dishes crashed around it – once more the shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking of the Lizard’s slate-pencil, and the choking of the suppressed guinea-pigs, filled the air, mixed up with the.
We CAN talk,′ said the Tiger-lily: ’when there’s anybody worth talking to.
Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again.
One novel has been all my reading, Our Mutual Friend, one of the cleverest that Dickens has written.
But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked. “Oh, you ca’n’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.” “How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice. “You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.
Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.