fury said to a mouse
that he met in the house
let us both go to law; I will prosecute you
let there be no denial; come, we must have a trial
for really, this morning, I’ve nothing to do
such a trial, dear sir,
said the mouse to the cur
without jury or judge
would be wasting our breath
I’ll be judge, I’ll be jury
said cunning old fury
I’ll try the whole cause and condemn you
to death

Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and Alice’s first thought was that it might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but

You’re thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I can’t tell you just now what the moral of that is, but I shall remember it in a bit.”
“Perhaps it hasn’t one,” Alice ventured to remark.
“Tut, tut, child!” said the Duchess. “Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it.

But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked. ‘Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the Cat: ‘we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’ ‘How do you know I’m mad?’ said Alice. ‘You must be,’ said the Cat, ‘or you wouldn’t have come here.’ Alice

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