The Further Off From England The Nearer

The Queen Of Hearts, She Made Some Tarts, All On A Summer Day: The Knave Of Hearts, He Stole Those Tarts, And Took Them Quite Away!

That Which Chiefly Causes The Failure Of A Dinner-party, Is The Running Short--not Of Meat, Nor Yet Of Drink, But Of Conversation.

"the Horror Of That Moment," The King Went On, "i Shall Never, Never Forget!" "you Will, Though," The Queen Said, "if You Don't Make A Memorandum Of It."

'and How, Who Am I? I Will Remember, If I Can! I'm Determined To Do It!' But Being Determined Didn't Help Much.

Better Say Nothing At All. Language Is Worth A Thousand Pounds A Word!