Reeling and Writhing of course, to begin with,' the Mock Turtle replied, 'and the different branches of arithmetic-ambition, distraction, uglification, and derision.

You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead - There were no birds to fly.

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?

We haven't any and you're too young.

Keep your temper, said the Caterpillar.

My beloved friend - one of the most unique and charming personalities of our time.

All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide.