For the snark was a boojum, you see.
In proceeding to the dining-room, the gentleman gives one arm to the lady he escorts--it is unusual to offer both.
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
You're not the same as you were before," he said. You were much more... muchier... you've lost your muchness.
His answer trickled through my head like water through a sieve.
Where one is hopelessly undecided as to what to say, there (as Confucius would have said, if they had given him the opportunity) silence is golden.