When, as a child, I first opened my eyes on a Sunday-morning, a feeling of dismal anicipation, which began at least on the Friday,culminated. I knew what was before me, and my wish, if not my word, was "Would God it were evening!" It was no day of rest, but a day of texts, of catechisms (Watts'), of tracts about converted swearers, godly charwomen, and edifying deaths of sinners saved.... There was but one rosy spot, in the distance, all that day: and that was "bed-time," which never could come too early!
Lewis CarrollWhat a funny watch!โ she remarked. โIt tells the day of the month, and doesnโt tell what oโclock it is!โ โWhy should it?โ muttered the Hatter. โDoes YOUR watch tell you what year it is?โ โOf course not,โ Alice replied very readily: โbut thatโs because it stays the same year for such a long time together.โ โWhich is just the case with MINE,โ said the Hatter.
Lewis CarrollAlice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.
Lewis CarrollWhen Iโm a Duchess,โ she said to herself (not in a very hopeful tone though), โI wonโt have any pepper in my kitchen at all. Soup does very well without. Maybe itโs always pepper that makes people hot-tempered,โ she went on, very much pleased at having found out a new kind of rule, โand vinegar that makes them sourโand camomile that makes them bitterโandโand barley-sugar and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew that; then they wouldnโt be so stingy about it, you knowโ
Lewis Carroll