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So She Was Considering In Her Own Mind...whether The Pleasure Of Making A Daisy-chain Would Be Worth The Trouble Of Getting Up & Picking The Daisies.

Epithets, Like Pepper, Give Zest To What You Write; And If You Strew Them Sparely, They Whet The Appetite: But If You Lay Them On Too Thick, You Spoil The Matter Quite!

Beware The Jabberwock, My Son The Jaws That Bite, The Claws That Catch! Beware The Jubjub Bird, And Shun The Frumious Bandersnatch!

First, I Hate All Theological Controversy: It Is Wearing To The Temper, And Is I Believe (at All Events When Viva Voce) Worse Than Useless.

Twas Brillig, And The Slithy Toves Did Gyre And Gimble In The Wabe: All Mimsy Were The Borogoves, And The Mome Raths Outgrabe.