Who ARE You?" This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

Sentence first, verdict afterwards.

The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright-- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.

All that matters is what we do for each other.

I'd give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life's decay, To be once more a little child for one bright summer day.

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth.

I'm doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment?