All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide.
Lewis CarrollI wish I could manage to be glad! Only I never can remember the rule. You must be very happy, living in this wood, and being glad whenever you like!
Lewis CarrollWhat does it matter where my body happens to be?' he said. 'My mind goes on working all the same.
Lewis Carroll