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I Can't Go Back To Yesterday - Because I Was A Different Person Then.

She Generally Gave Herself Very Good Advice, (though She Very Seldom Followed It).

What A Funny Watch!’ She Remarked. ‘it Tells The Day Of The Month, And Doesn’t Tell What O’clock It Is!’ ‘why Should It?’ Muttered The Hatter. ‘does Your Watch Tell You What Year It Is?’ ‘of Course Not,’ Alice Replied Very Readily: ‘but That’s Because It Stays The Same Year For Such A Long Time Together.’ ‘which Is Just The Case With Mine,’ Said The Hatter.

My Hand Moves Because Certain Forces--electric, Magnetic, Or Whatever 'nerve-force' May Prove To Be--are Impressed On It By My Brain. This Nerve-force, Stored In The Brain, Would Probably Be Traceable, If Science Were Complete, To Chemical Forces Supplied To The Brain By The Blood, And Ultimately Derived From The Food I Eat And The Air I Breathe.

I Wonder If The Snow Loves The Trees And Fields, That It Kisses Them So Gently? And Then It Covers Them Up Snug, You Know, With A White Quilt; And Perhaps It Says "go To Sleep, Darlings, Till The Summer Comes Again.