He Was Part Of My Dream, Of

So She Sat On With Closed Eyes, And Half Believed Herself In Wonderland, Though She Knew She Had But To Open Them Again, And All Would Change To Dull Reality.

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

Burning With Curiosity

I Don't See How He Can Ever Finish, If He Doesn't Begin.

Sentence First, Verdict Afterwards.