โYou're not the same as you were before," he said. You were much more... muchier... you've lost your muchness.
Lewis CarrollI wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
Lewis CarrollThe Mad Hatter: "Would you like some wine?" Alice: "Yes..." The Mad Hatter: "We haven't any and you're too young.
Lewis Carroll