For the snark was a boojum, you see.
Speak English!' said the Eaglet. 'I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and I don't believe you do either!
Yet what are all such gaieties to me whose thoughts are full of indices and surds?
One can't believe impossible things.
“I don't like the look of it at all,” said the King: “however, it may kiss my hand, if it likes.” “I'd rather not,” the Cat remarked.
It's too late to correct it: when you've once said a thing, that fixes it, and you must take the consequences.