Charles Lutwidge Dodgson's life in space-time colored his liberated life of the imagination.
No good fish goes anywhere without a porpoise.
It was for bringing the cook tulip-roots instead of onions.
It’s a miserable story!” said Bruno. “It begins miserably, and it ends miserablier. I think I shall cry. Sylvie, please lend me your handkerchief.” “I haven’t got it with me,” Sylvie whispered. “Then I won’t cry,” said Bruno manfully.
Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.
Why is a raven like a writing desk? - Mad Hatter I haven't the slightest idea. - Alice