We're All Mad Here.

I Maintain That Any Writer Of A Book Is Fully Authorised In Attaching Any Meaning He Likes To A Word Or Phrase He Intends To Use. If I Find An Author Saying, At The Beginning Of His Book, "let It Be Understood That By The Word 'black' I Shall Always Mean 'white,' And By The Word 'white' I Shall Always Mean 'black,'" I Meekly Accept His Ruling, However Injudicious I Think It.

I Wish I Dared Dispense With All Costume. Naked Children Are So Perfectly Pure And Lovely; But Mrs. Grundy Would Be Furious - It Would Never Do.

And, Has Thou Slain The Jabberwock? Come To My Arms, My Beamish Boy! O Frabjous Day! Callooh! Callay! He Chortled In His Joy.

Be Who You Are, Said The Duchess To Alice, Or, If You Would Like It Put More Simply, Never Try To Be What You Might Have Been Or Could Have Been Other Than What You Should Have Been.

It Would Be So Nice If Something Made Sense For A Change.