It's Too Late To Correct It: When

This Piece Of Rudeness Was More Than Alice Could Bear: She Got Up In Great Disgust, And Walked Off; The Dormouse Fell Asleep Instantly, And Neither Of The Others Took The Least Notice Of Her Going, Though She Looked Back Once Or Twice, Half Hoping That They Would Call After Her: The Last Time She Saw Them, They Were Trying To Put The Dormouse Into The Teapot. At Any Rate I'll Never Go There Again!' Said Alice As She Picked Her Way Through The Wood. "it's The Stupidest Tea-party I Ever Was At In All My Life!

The Rule Is, Jam Tomorrow And Jam Yesterday - But Never Jam Today.

There Are Certain Things--as, A Spider, A Ghost, The Income-tax, Gout, An Umbrella For Three-- That I Hate, But The Thing That I Hate The Most Is A Thing They Call The Sea.

It's Always Tea-time.

The Cheshire Cat Only Grinned When It Saw Alice. It Looked Good-natured, She Thought: Still It Had Very Long Claws And A Great Many Teeth, So She Felt It Ought To Be Treated With Respect.